We are quietly slipping away, farther away from the 'real' things, the 'fake' things?. Feet melting with snow on the ground. Darkened with earth. Made ordinary. This stuff. This sacred stuff. -Ebele Jane Efobi
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem when I was disgusted of the ways we as human beings abuse our natural surroundings and ourselves in what we call 'life'.Birth sign: Leo
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