I am adapting
Cowardly, but adapting
This is distinction
Between surviving
And existence

I am adapting
Cowardly, but adapting
This is distinction
Between surviving
And existence

We live in identical rooms
We blankly wake, we greet
From one balcony to another
Successively for a hundred years
Between now and tomorrow
We will spend the rest of our days
Growing gardens out of angry stars

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