World Peace In 20 Lines Or Less.
Comfort is relative,
so is beauty,
for that matter
movement,
joy,
sex,
love.
Close your eyes,
drop your disguise
the one your parents
gave you.
Alone,
you are a string of
bones,
no other thought
can save you.
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