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Hey, it's seen... Now it's scene! Autocorrect grip Fat, oily fingertips Slip across the screen Avant garde stream Somewhere in between Blank white slate Senses abate Rancorous dream Voices scream, "What does this mean?" "It means nothing" A hollow ring Some conscious clean
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:15 AM UTC
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Hey, it's seen... Now it's scene! Autocorrect grip Fat, oily fingertips Slip across the screen Avant garde stream Somewhere in between Blank white slate Senses abate Rancorous dream Voices scream, "What does this mean?" "It means nothing" A hollow ring Some conscious clean
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:15 AM UTC
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