The Modern Things
Microwaves replace our cooking skill to numb our sadness we take a pill Instead of meeting up with Joan a binary message from my new i-phone There's a treadmill machine at the Globo-gym so jogging in fresh air is no longer "in" Rather than living, breathing, feeling flesh the efficient life of robots just seems best
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Necromasty
Beginning poetry writer who would LOVE the best constructive criticism you can think of!
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