I can't remember what it was like to hit the TAB key and have it move the roller-thing forward five spaces for a real paragraph. Seems like such a long time ago. Is it something I'm doing wrong? Surely it is.
As the end of the world escapses us not,
And the sun creeps closer;
Keeping us hot.
Baking the water into the sky,
Drying out throats,
Cracking our eyes.
Swollen tongues,
Cackle and crackle silent cries.
Bury the fetus in a dusty cloud,
A wind gust away from thirsty hound.
Laugh at the crags underfoot,
A trip down a crispy lane of grass,
Then given a spark, a cleansing blast,
This world shakes us off
Like a shitty rash...
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