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These looks and the present purpose Telegraphed from one generation To the next to be mistaken Worse, disregarded to become too selfish The mirror meaning looking back the meaning being deflected instead A mirror loses its perfect purpose All together a flock one and all So lost and so not perfect Seperated oil on water deliciously divided Conquered half think The rest Awestruck to see fire on like wings On every raindrop falling washing away, Set ablaze burning Our world as we know it. Left to ruin handled every hand Lead to our results by hands upturned hands pleading. Such a funny fickle thing to be borne here on a lonely planet No choice To share this terrible course To bear witness as we vanish from it.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
So fickle our ways
These looks and the present purpose Telegraphed from one generation To the next to be mistaken Worse, disregarded to become too selfish The mirror meaning looking back the meaning being deflected instead A mirror loses its perfect purpose All together a flock one and all So lost and so not perfect Seperated oil on water deliciously divided Conquered half think The rest Awestruck to see fire on like wings On every raindrop falling washing away, Set ablaze burning Our world as we know it. Left to ruin handled every hand Lead to our results by hands upturned hands pleading. Such a funny fickle thing to be borne here on a lonely planet No choice To share this terrible course To bear witness as we vanish from it.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
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