Thought Poem by Jamie Dylan Potter

Thought



Allocated sole searching through the sky waiting for open eyes block the path with black clouds of plastic despair for those who search for reasons why in genetic code breakers find that which is hidden from sight height of those who reach the top fall below the grave line is set for you to not cross like ten commandments fake they might be.

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