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A Cluster of Bodies and Bad Metaphors

You in my stride
Hand in hand
Through a forest
Of hanging bodies
We've chosen to ignore


And whom are we to blame?


They muddy the sunlight
But I've not seen the sun
In a year or so it seems

How would I explain
The generations?
It seems to me people
Become less ignorant
Yet exceedingly stupid
With the passing of time

I can't distinguish
Sincerity from sarcasm
Even when I converse
With the mirror
As if that isn't problematic
No matter how it's romanticized
Life, like my poetry
Often seems like a cluster-fuck
I am short on answers and inspiration.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
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