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The lonesome oak sits, forlorn. Knowing that it too has been trapped in the illusion Of movement. Yet this is our curse, We as the living cannot move through this confounded confusion, We do as we must to survive and then cease as quickly as we started.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
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The lonesome oak sits, forlorn. Knowing that it too has been trapped in the illusion Of movement. Yet this is our curse, We as the living cannot move through this confounded confusion, We do as we must to survive and then cease as quickly as we started.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
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