HTOTM: FUSION
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trying poetry
euthanasia, a short poem





on wings of sand i fly
all the while, fading into a forgotten dream

on tears of night i choke
all the while, drowning in pure euthanasia


this hivemind has consumed me;
but i've never been so blissfully numb.


i'm breaking out.
desolate echo chamber.


pure euthanasia.