Caving a Rapture
Location
78724
United States
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Going in circles,
life has a purpose
that will enable
a tragic torture.
Feeding disabled
the stone that blocks us
rather than embracing
the screaming costume.
Puncture and fracture
fading erroneous
no wolves for hunting
out of contortion.
Boastfully hideous
lambs of my closure
will serve a meaning
that will never stop us.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world