A Token of My Extreme

The offal of daily attrition: prime cuts, odds & ends

8.7.10

And so this too shall pass
You will grow out of it
The things you desire have no meaning
They occupy space, similar to you
They serve a purpose for a time, like you
You are alike in that you are expendable
Trivial
Meaningless
Things.
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