Lauren McMahon

How much do I owe myself, when existence has a price. Seconds auctioned off to the bidder with the best stories. We vend our attention

By Lauren McMahon 12 months ago in Poets

I know what the world is made of. I learnt it all in school. I know about the smallest things, The atoms and the molecules.

I look to the night it's strange that the stars and I, are just elements

Murmuring wires hang in powdered skies. Bringing electric dreams to broken souls, and empty minds. Who are you? And who am I to know?

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