This paper
Thin, shallow thoughts
Forgotten tales
Many old
Among the new
I could be just as shallow
Shallow as you
Waiting in terror
The clock starts to tick
On the counter you see a spill
Spill of blood
Grandma starts cooking
Aroma fills the air
Death
Now and forever
With new life, comes death
With death, new life is born
This shallow cycle
Puddle alone
Dormant mediocrity
Contained nausea
Shallow…

 
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