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The Throb

spending too much 
time alone
in 2019 means 

feeling face to face
with the stupidity
and greed of others

a dull relentless pain 
feeling
electronically chained 

to a world bent on 
destroying itself 
trying to enjoy itself 

at the same time

🌷(2)

◄ To the edge of the ledge with a pickle wedge

Bodies ►

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