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We had a shelf life, an existence that we played like a broken fiddle, out of tune... But now every string is either broken, worn beyond its reproductive rhythm. Were not creating vibrant versions. Just broken, collages that are just not a complexity more a diluted, infertile copy broken and substituted never to be the real thing.. humanity is just a fading shadow, fading under the unrelenting sun of reality....
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 6:02 AM UTC
Where A Shadow In Direct Sunlight
We had a shelf life, an existence that we played like a broken fiddle, out of tune... But now every string is either broken, worn beyond its reproductive rhythm. Were not creating vibrant versions. Just broken, collages that are just not a complexity more a diluted, infertile copy broken and substituted never to be the real thing.. humanity is just a fading shadow, fading under the unrelenting sun of reality....
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 6:02 AM UTC
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