Alliterate Existentialism
Everlasting existentialism,
Ebbing the already ephemeral
everglades of confidence or assurance,
Eager to erode the ease of an evening
or the sparkle of an eye.
The echo of earlier expectationas it
ekes by your now enormous frame of doubt.
Existing,
even when your emaciated soul
entreats clemency.
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