These are times of unmaking
systems fall into disrepair
entropy has her way
birds fall from the skies
buds freeze, curled tight
their potential never sprung
socks and gloves
fall out with their mates
leave without saying goodbye
things fall apart
clocks stop
dishes break
the mirror shows
only empty spaces
and faces without hope
These 55 words are for Joy at Verse Escape, where she carries on the grand tradition of the G-man.
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