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A convolution of illusions a mirror of houses you can touch But you can't look home is where the heart felt the window of opportunity is not as it appears theres no door for opportunity to knock here Examine the picture the landscape rocks bare backyard is cinder blocks jungle of concrete gated community black metal fences grass ain't greener on the other side it's just pretending Artificial turf intellectual property constructed on top of dirt priceless nothings worth Building a million stories No won's heard Wild cattle famished Tragic loses perturbed I gather well rather disturbed Collective incidents Between the cracks Inconspicuous You had to observe For the eminent Collapse may seem Absurd A Foundation built Upon a house of words Could stand and withstand As far as we've known
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
House of words
A convolution of illusions a mirror of houses you can touch But you can't look home is where the heart felt the window of opportunity is not as it appears theres no door for opportunity to knock here Examine the picture the landscape rocks bare backyard is cinder blocks jungle of concrete gated community black metal fences grass ain't greener on the other side it's just pretending Artificial turf intellectual property constructed on top of dirt priceless nothings worth Building a million stories No won's heard Wild cattle famished Tragic loses perturbed I gather well rather disturbed Collective incidents Between the cracks Inconspicuous You had to observe For the eminent Collapse may seem Absurd A Foundation built Upon a house of words Could stand and withstand As far as we've known
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
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