the remainder theorem
saw a man the other day
an old man
his face
hadn't witnessed happiness
this pure
stood there petrified; in bliss
a piece of paper in his hand
too distant a glimpse
note list ticket sketch
perhaps an obituary
by design
the machine i 've been
has long taken over
an old man
his face
hadn't witnessed happiness
this pure
stood there petrified; in bliss
a piece of paper in his hand
too distant a glimpse
note list ticket sketch
perhaps an obituary
by design
the machine i 've been
has long taken over
just trying to stay awake
oh, not to forget
trap seed spread
beget beget beget
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