Thoughts under the Moon

If only we stop humanising everything

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Virtually trapped

Tap tap the keypad types Im tired still its spinning my lies. Need sleep, need peace The keypad won't stop Need space, need me It swears: "Last post". And while I'm trapped Owned by my own phone The spring breeze slaps The flowers on the tree near lamp-post. And as I stay drenched In the … Continue reading Virtually trapped