Breaking...Down
Fiddling hand,
Twinging tingles;
Life is reduced
To lines and angles.
Evaporation,
Patterns subside.
Systematics,
Run and hide.
Graffiti lights,
City streets;
Broken fighting,
Shameful defeats.
Out of order,
Days misplaced;
Load the answers
Onto your waist.
The world may turn
But the people wait;
Time may go on
But sealed is fate.
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