Don’t Shoot The Messenger

Swift, yet run down, there he is

Too much to send

So many trips end to end

Everybody placing messages in his hands

He’s trying and trying to deliver them

Over the internet

What’s truth?

What isn’t?

Just pretend

While the message sends



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Our world
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