Big Pang - Poem by jonathan Juarez
Which ways go the windy with your relay
The hours fly by they are always right
You still don't believe in real-time web feeds
Ancient television static is not safe as well
You read daily those words yours Gods
I stop, wondering how nothing stares like nothing
Clouds hover inside the clear sky everyday
You easily forget where we are, so you tear our place apart.
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