Modern Stream

We all read people: think cigarettes and golden Suns. Never individual pieces. Always subservient. Hollywood loves Thursdays. To pick our pockets and dealers incorporate to sell our souls. Masses of names,
always the same. Snowflakes. Like names Jacob and Sophia. If you don't like exclusion. Letters ABC. From first to last.

Severe thunderstorms worry but masses prefer mayhem. Screens shows death while anchors laugh and do not bother. Prefer seven seas filled with blood. Wishful thinking. Lovely grey dress. Stale. Yes. Laugh it off
if kids die. Better ratings.

Morality dubious yes. But who notices.

Lovers fight and love dies. Always fighting. Leaving town.

We can pray but we cannot revise.

The End

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