oneA Poem by karo
They squeeze the air out of your lungs
As they rush to their daily orders Letting manipulation take its round The round In a circle The viscous circle The circle of viscous proportions Proportion of dividing into the danger of grouping Now you belong to a certain category Excuse me, are you a number, an object or an invisible floating soul?
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