missing earth, or whatever

I see, is becoming more than bored
to be around, and there
right here
Used to be a better population
something new every day, every minute
now, just wait, nothing happens
Liberation, say comes with a price
price of unique?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Hammering my nails.

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