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We already lost this unbearable race.

Overanalyzed and unverified

numbers chased us through

twisted tinted mazes,

painted eyes melt into blue lights

destroying our shape

from head-

to toe.

Self-rejected

flaws fall insight.

We search—we beg

for meaning

In the shallow depths of a glass lens.

Frozen like statues—

Heads titled – bodies twisted

Hollow games—

Lonely friends and monuments.

We’re perfectly aesthetic

social butterflies. Through empty

rooms we fluttered,

electronic connections—

barely touched

Anything.

Refreshed feed

never felt complete.

300 likes and 30 comments

fill our hollow gaps.