Day 1298, exhaust.

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These massive structures

all around

us

standing on

ancient

bedrock

~

they are dead

till we breath

life

in it

~

this life

at the end

poisons

us

in this confined

interior

Day 1297, thoughts.

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Its the dirt road

at my house

in the morning

that I drive

on

~

where they stare

at me

each day

~

if I stop

to look closer

they run

cowardly

~

like sheep

Day 1283, a road.

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I see

the road

is straight

and well lit

but dark

~

it does not

scare me

but

I wont go

that way

~

I stay here

in the shadow

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