A poem for the new age.
Condensed, stuff in
pretty packaging.
Unknown consequences.
Eyes follow same
way as format,
style, organization;
laments bemoaning exercise.
Brick view
world. Concealed
from emptiness outside,
wind blow permitting.
Only to sleep
one more night.
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