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Sometimes the grass is greener
on the other side because it is fake.
The grass full of life you admire,
may actually be
a plastic green shrapnel scene,
a fabricated dream,
that is so austere.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 21 hours ago in Petlife
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