The Decoy is not a Decoy
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Grief Machines
Revenge
My first act of revenge was not spiked filled words Not wilted roses blooming in dark rooms Not a deer in the headlights Not the excess of people watching a line go up It has been water etching sand A heart that is in pieces is a rabid dog foaming
Welcome to the *new* The Decoy
Honestly, there is only so much time that we have on this earth. Something like 4,000 weeks. This means that even if I want to share every single thought I have ever had, it's not possible to do that without engaging with our feudal tech lords. Even
Sometimes I Don't Have Titles For Poems
And that's OK!