e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Worldline

Plastics are made from oil
Underneath the surface soil

Hot balloons are filled with air
Same air makes the fire flare.

Cruel we may title deathwards
Yet we no not what is beyond

Obviously we critic perfection,
Probably to gain an attention

Whereas we are not makers
But inhabitant and users.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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