Are You Reading Me?
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
Mournful
It’s exhausting to articulate
The lethargy I feel
Bordering on insensate
Is anything even real?
Assailed by the absurdities
To which the weaker cleave
And all their foul proclivities—
For truth, I grieve.
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