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Beasts we are Clawing through life
Jeremy C Kester
Hope is foolish without action A whisper in a loud crowd Unable to move anything
The pain is there To remind us Life is here Yet to it we forget
Each dish moved from sink to drainer. A slow, methodical process, but one by one, they each made it over to their mediary destination. One they would hold for the short while of drying before being taken to their place in the storage cabinets.
It can be tiresome So why do I bother Listening to others’ egos