Whispers of Darkness

Morning breaks like shattered glass
Clinging to the breeze of a cruel sunrise.
Where shadows embrace teeth-gritting hypocrisy—
The delicate irony of choosing light, meanwhile basking in paradox.

On sale: Passion fruit preserved in regret,|
Surplus happiness bottled with expiration dates losing gravity.
Accept declines; wear confusion as a second skin.
Lucky hotdogs stuffed with unfulfilled dreams: honestly delicious!

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