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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.