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Maybe we are full of ghosts And therefore, nothing, but Data Patterns in brackets and matrices of Proof buried in the dunes of our own topography Where lies Everything That gives us shape.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
When Echoes Fill the Silence
Maybe we are full of ghosts And therefore, nothing, but Data Patterns in brackets and matrices of Proof buried in the dunes of our own topography Where lies Everything That gives us shape.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
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