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How tall and stout were those who wore big armors? I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors. In self hypnotism I look through future. find machines are giants, people- pygmies, products outnumber their creators, most inhabitants follow train of thoughts set by few scientists and technicians, brains control sentiments as machines monitor hearts. The stance is broken as the closing-bell rings. Slowly I walk out of the empty hall. 1st. Feb. 2017
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Through Binocular Eyes
How tall and stout were those who wore big armors? I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors. In self hypnotism I look through future. find machines are giants, people- pygmies, products outnumber their creators, most inhabitants follow train of thoughts set by few scientists and technicians, brains control sentiments as machines monitor hearts. The stance is broken as the closing-bell rings. Slowly I walk out of the empty hall. 1st. Feb. 2017
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Kolkata, India.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
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