I laid my head
On the ceramic floor tile of existence.
I am mechanism.
The flavor and the heartburn
Of disappearance.
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Richard Braxton is a writer struggling with his inner poet. He has fought the poetic urge most of his life, but lately, he has fallen prey to this lifestyle. And the world is the worse for it.
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