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E R R O R * C O D E

the soul corrodes

By Luna JordanPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
E R R O R * C O D E
Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash

When it all ends, the silence will implode,

replaced with harsh whispers of what you’ve always known:

*

The brain repeats a phrase: E R R O R * C O D E.

The soul corrodes beneath the heavy load.

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Luna Jordan

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 months ago

    This was so poignant. Loved it!

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