A poem about the pull of the scroll, the blue glow that frames our nights, and the six-second rhythm that erodes attention. A quiet look at life slip…
A poem about the pull of the scroll, the blue glow that frames our nights, and the six-second rhythm that erodes attention. A quiet look at life slipping by while we swipe.
3am, still scro…
A poem about the pull of the scroll, the blue glow that frames our nights, and the six-second rhythm that erodes attention. A quiet look at life slipping by while we swipe.
3am, still scrolling
thumb moving
before brain catches up
another face
another opinion
anotherthis changed my life
(it
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