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Fossilized remains animated to maintain the facade, the matinee. Babbling brooks are now waterless dry. Ignorance flows stupidity thrives. This is the brook where life comes to die. Carved through a forest that was laden with pride. There is only dark, a lack of sunshine. The flowers have wilted. The birds all took flight. This is the brook where life comes to die. There is nothing but moss left. No crickets. No mice. There once was a brook here that created all life. The rocks are all dry here, they are covered in strife. This is the brook where things come to die.
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
The brook
Fossilized remains animated to maintain the facade, the matinee. Babbling brooks are now waterless dry. Ignorance flows stupidity thrives. This is the brook where life comes to die. Carved through a forest that was laden with pride. There is only dark, a lack of sunshine. The flowers have wilted. The birds all took flight. This is the brook where life comes to die. There is nothing but moss left. No crickets. No mice. There once was a brook here that created all life. The rocks are all dry here, they are covered in strife. This is the brook where things come to die.
SPBlackwell
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
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