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Even my Converse are falling into entropy
If slaughterhouses had windows
We would all be vegan
The fabric falls from my legs
I walk through the sun
Crystals melt away into oblivion
The wintergirl evaporates
The empty featureless wasteland inside me howls
Stomach empty, soul empty, my mind full of nothing
My empty longing ecosystem
What lies outside?
I don’t care