Challenge
Darkest Thought
Write a SHORT poem about something skewed and personal. I want to raise my brow at something. The most fucked up poem wins.
Have Expired
Over time of absence,
sacrifices diminish to none,
efforts dissolve into thin air,
falling behind catchy colors,
being becomes obscure.
Just another pattern you can't alter,
given no options but to surrender.
While whereabouts remain unknown,
where is the next step,
and what will be the next act?
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