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The metronome of doom hurries you fast along, Don't want to be nobody in a crowd of millions, Carving out a fastfowarded masterpiece, Made of hurried brilliance, All you've ever wanted was to make a footprint.

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The Stars, Outer space

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PhoenixesPoems

The Stars, Outer space

Published: Nov 17, 2017
Time: 1m

Notes: Legacy. A strange desire. (Extract from an old one)
Tags: #legacy

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