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The forest of our ancients, now long and dead. concrete halls of supposed brilliance standing in its stead, a discrete time taking trick by those in power, causing our earthly mothers life to tick out by the hour.
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Dec 17, 2010
Dec 17, 2010 at 11:33 PM UTC
Tree of Lies
The forest of our ancients, now long and dead. concrete halls of supposed brilliance standing in its stead, a discrete time taking trick by those in power, causing our earthly mothers life to tick out by the hour.
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Dec 17, 2010
Dec 17, 2010 at 11:33 PM UTC
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