Toxic Trails Under Narcissistic Skies
A Haiku for sky ku and all of us dealing with toxicity
Toxic trails taint above
Unseen poison like your love
God please be our glove
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Oh wow this was so deep and it hit so hard. I'm an agnostic, but I really loved your last line!