RedSquiggle
Basic
I am not a poet, but I had a thought. So, if I may:
What passes as presence is really clicks, neverending.
What passes as content is merely echoes, reorganized.
What passes as writing is merely content, masquerading.
What passes as presence is really clicks, neverending.
What passes as content is merely echoes, reorganized.
What passes as writing is merely content, masquerading.