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Silent swing on the tree, half-broken, creeking as the wind blows Doesn't really look like much. They're talking of tearing it down. If only they saw... Yes, it is abandoned, and has no significance neither to me nor to the world, but that is its significance A singular, physical unit abandonment in its prime manifestive form. Unhidden, unmasked, painfully present for everyone to see. How many more of them exist? Nowadays, they just tear them down or put a pretty facade on It's hidden, but it's still present, just covered up. I guess we're just modernizing the world, personifying it, to be more human.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Abandoned
Silent swing on the tree, half-broken, creeking as the wind blows Doesn't really look like much. They're talking of tearing it down. If only they saw... Yes, it is abandoned, and has no significance neither to me nor to the world, but that is its significance A singular, physical unit abandonment in its prime manifestive form. Unhidden, unmasked, painfully present for everyone to see. How many more of them exist? Nowadays, they just tear them down or put a pretty facade on It's hidden, but it's still present, just covered up. I guess we're just modernizing the world, personifying it, to be more human.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
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