Words, Literary vomit, hurled at the page, Nonsense Tossed in the hope that something might stick. Is this art? A garbled mess of emotion, Blind stumbling Hoping luck will somehow lead Towards some meaning, Towards enlightenment. Yet meaning elludes me, There is no purpose, And life presses on forwards, Nothing greater, Rambling with no direction, No meaning, Yet still letters keep cascading, Find me Buried under their unending onslaught, Words.
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Jen asked me to do another,
Apparently my example didn't count 🤣
So here it is
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