Out of Words … a Bunch of Coos
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Poem About Existence
1.
Words have fled this world,
we’re still here as so music,
partially at least.
2.
There’s no point really,
nihilism’s that rare drug,
the people can’t use.
3.
Pluto sees the sun,
a tiny star it’s merely,
we bathe in her glow.
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