Our flaws: No solo is at fault.
She did it.
It wasn’t me.
The devilish deeds were done by him.
Her stone offered the fatal blow.
Fabrics of the minds that were once woven and sown as one, now tread apart
as threads now seem to leave the womb seams.
The last sound was a screeching scream.
Only sightings of shadows spotted at the scene,
where we were once a society.
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a poem by nublaccsoul from Chickens Laying Eggs on The Roof (2019)
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