Void (Constructed)

Trees built like crescendos
Men built like sewers
A bandaid on a bullet wound
Gauze covering grief

Machines taught me everything I know
No faces, just sounds
An assembly line of inspiration
Planting wires into my ground

Every thought projected
Off of 35mm
Every feeling amplified
By a 12” speaker

Burning my own effigy
Made of spit, and sweat,
And a useless degree

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I really just be lurking on this site nowadays damn

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