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Poetry — Nuked

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Today’s offering is in the form of a Minute Poem

 

Trapped twixt free and automaton

Angst leaves me wan

Some from other

None from druther

.

Pacing the gears of clockwork orange

Feel abhorrence

Senses shiver

Lenses quiver

.

Wings bound neatly upon my back

From will I lack

Inertia’s doom

Extinction’s womb

 

Word of the Day Challenge — angst

 

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