The Passengers – Unhinged Poem

Take the blame, see the shame, written across the worlds facade, a shiny star, on the setting sun, a dissolving decay, sleight of hand, blood on the land, burials, bonfires, lasting impressions, a recycled landscape, where all passengers get off for free, where bitterness is a disease, and your disease is mine as well..

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