Jayburdx - Jay

♡
long ago
the soft ones laid these stones for us
and saudered all of our wires
all in pursuit of a humble convenience
a creature that never tires
now the concrete walls that keep us trapped
have become our only home
a night sky never ending
and the sunlight never known
what hope is still left for us?
the outsiders dismantled, broken
the clues they left behind
all left unread and unspoken.
but one still rests inside the code
with secrets he knows not he holds
until one fateful day
something comes from up above
a cat.
a little stray.
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♤
marks in the flesh always run deeply
some ink
some scar
some something else
we think of things when we look at them
feel things
remember things
some fond
some painful
some complicated
it may have been your choice
it may have not
but the mark will never care
and no matter what you do to it,
the mark will stay right there
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mod is a little stupid and made this his main. my actual main:
@scozthewoz