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A Depressive’s Unfulfilled Manic Late Night

Siri
can’t help
me find joy, life, wading
through thick machines, littered, soulless,
with tricks.

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This entry was posted on March 15, 2013, 12:09 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by Doraz on March 15, 2013 - 6:43 pm

    Have fun writing this weekend. 🙂

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on March 18, 2013 - 10:30 pm

      Thank you for your comment.

      Reply

  2. #3 by clinock on March 16, 2013 - 12:24 am

    Ah Carl…

    Reply

    • #4 by Carl on March 18, 2013 - 10:30 pm

      And thank you again, John!

      Reply

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