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TORCHED

POEM

🎵: “Rolling Stone” by The Weeknd

Black-maned crown rests slumped in pummeled wall.
Singed cables pop and silence. Sleep mode is running.
Finally.

I don’t wish death, but to sleep for decades does allure.
We are an abomination.
Many tired souls in one, perpetually torn, welded
Anew…