a useless currency

The grass grows like daggers;

The air breathes like fumes.

Whatever happened

to our world?

Of course, it’s no surprise.

It can still be beautiful,

if we believe it to be so,

if we hope it to be so.

But really, we don’t.

What is the use of beauty;

can beauty be forged

into coins?

Think about it.

Just think about it.

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