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The little things are hard to notice amidst all of the noise. Ads screaming for stores, Propaganda spewing from political parties, People shouting for your time, and the world spinning fast, Faster now, Day turns to night and I've forgotten the way rose smells. Work Clock in Clock out. Weeks, months, years, turn into dollars my ego can't wait to waste. This flow feels endless, gotta catch a break. In between dimensions, where the veils once covered, now they surround. Silence a gift, from the Holy One. Blurs focus, as these details are becoming clearer. Marveling at this beauty, I understand.
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
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The little things are hard to notice amidst all of the noise. Ads screaming for stores, Propaganda spewing from political parties, People shouting for your time, and the world spinning fast, Faster now, Day turns to night and I've forgotten the way rose smells. Work Clock in Clock out. Weeks, months, years, turn into dollars my ego can't wait to waste. This flow feels endless, gotta catch a break. In between dimensions, where the veils once covered, now they surround. Silence a gift, from the Holy One. Blurs focus, as these details are becoming clearer. Marveling at this beauty, I understand.
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
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