Human.

What happened to human empathy? It seems all semblance gone. No one loves or is loved. We are all empty.

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StinkBug; A short Poem.

There was a StinkBug, crawling tall, his carapace delicate, like a crystal ball. He crawled and crawled, up a wall, past the books and magazines, he did crawl. There was an insect, walking tall, his body near, like a porcelain sphere. He walked and walked, up a wall, past the books and chalk, he did walk. Dear reader, do you walk tall? Do you crawl? There can only be one dear reader. Only one.