it's a strange world
a world where conversations don't exist
what exists is apparent emotions tamed in the boundaries of virtuality
a world where identities don't matter
what matters is the neatly done mascara and the aptly lined lips
a world where intellect is a compulsion
a severe compulsion to belong in the crowd of flaunting paperbacks
a world where poetry is no more poetry
where poetry is erred grammar and flimsy words thrown around like the alms of a streetside beggar
it's a strange world
infested with
stranger lives
a world where every life wants to win
a world where every life can kill to win
a world where no life knows what is it that they are fighting
a world where no life knows what is it that they are winning
a world so strange that the men and the sheep are all about the same
a world where conversations don't exist
what exists is apparent emotions tamed in the boundaries of virtuality
a world where identities don't matter
what matters is the neatly done mascara and the aptly lined lips
a world where intellect is a compulsion
a severe compulsion to belong in the crowd of flaunting paperbacks
a world where poetry is no more poetry
where poetry is erred grammar and flimsy words thrown around like the alms of a streetside beggar
it's a strange world
infested with
stranger lives
a world where every life wants to win
a world where every life can kill to win
a world where no life knows what is it that they are fighting
a world where no life knows what is it that they are winning
a world so strange that the men and the sheep are all about the same
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