It feels like the internet
the world
is vomiting information
overpopulated chunks
where is the plague? who will survive?
am i the next species? is he?
I laugh at my own darkness
who is this writer?
who is this moonlight?
when given the chance
i write of the eve
when i am child of sun
an epidemic eclipse
never good enough words chop chop
don't know how to use what i know
wish i could express through vomiting?
perhaps i've already purged the page
just press "publish" for a fancy guarantee
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