R.K.
R.K.
An uphill battle is all we were or could ever be
We collectively from the outside-in make perfect sense
But two cents and two more
Somehow cannot amount to four
In all your complexity
Bothered with my simplicity
Distant marks so prettily spark electricity
But only momentarily because inevitably
It becomes evidently clear
How terrible we would end
If we ever again set in motion
This train wreck.
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