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they are windows into a soul, many a time it has been adaged— through the variety of moments, transversing the fabric of space, as they witness evolution’s progression, impressing upon the hippocampus; creating memories delving deep, deeper, further—an obsession with distance, to hide in one’s essence, life’s temperamental escalations, as a soul searches for meaning, revealing mined, elusive absolute truth.
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
muted
they are windows into a soul, many a time it has been adaged— through the variety of moments, transversing the fabric of space, as they witness evolution’s progression, impressing upon the hippocampus; creating memories delving deep, deeper, further—an obsession with distance, to hide in one’s essence, life’s temperamental escalations, as a soul searches for meaning, revealing mined, elusive absolute truth.
a little excerpt from “muted”.
kabue
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
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