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the mechanic ebb and flow of time continues on as the hours pass by. collecting dust— i’m a rotting machine. my motherboard is overloaded. but no one comes to help me, for in all my gray and white glory, no one can see the decay inside of me. parts dying away, short-circuiting dismay, wires cut long ago. my static screen is a threat— they’ll replace me. i’ll be thrown away. for the chemicals in my circuit board to seep into the ground, and corrupt the natural memory of the world around.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
ebb and flow
the mechanic ebb and flow of time continues on as the hours pass by. collecting dust— i’m a rotting machine. my motherboard is overloaded. but no one comes to help me, for in all my gray and white glory, no one can see the decay inside of me. parts dying away, short-circuiting dismay, wires cut long ago. my static screen is a threat— they’ll replace me. i’ll be thrown away. for the chemicals in my circuit board to seep into the ground, and corrupt the natural memory of the world around.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
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