ExistenceA Poem by olympiusluThere is nothing left to feel.You have more scars than veins the only language you know is pain the scars represent suffering the bruises represent pleasure together they are the perfect existence. It's silent out here the echoes of humanity can no longer be heard the wind doesn't blow here anymore you feel everything but there is nothing left to feel. © 2018 olympiusluAuthor's Note
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