Grapes

A hellishly dull land leaves nothing to desire;

The cold marble floors hit hash against my feet.

They reflect the strange, distant faces I didn't wish to meet.

Dumb and dull leaches one after another,

Come and nurse from life and resources.

There doom in blind repetition is only matched by the arrogance.

 

Kindness is read as vulnerability;

They cut with milk soaked tongues,

And burdened with shameless character!

 

Doom, and unwanted validation from the bottom,

Alien.

Transitioning into the unfit and flustered;

Crude and rude.

The temptation for acceptance rewarded with a dive in the shallow end. 

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