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Shattered glass returns to quartz and coral Human cries caught up in gusts, settle on dunes Iron rich and red Those aren't mothers holding children They were Now bits and bytes for consumption So long as the horror ends in under 90 seconds This is how we doom scroll Secondhand suffering Visual colonists Unwilling donors Thank God you're here It's time to cleanse your feed
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
A Free People
Shattered glass returns to quartz and coral Human cries caught up in gusts, settle on dunes Iron rich and red Those aren't mothers holding children They were Now bits and bytes for consumption So long as the horror ends in under 90 seconds This is how we doom scroll Secondhand suffering Visual colonists Unwilling donors Thank God you're here It's time to cleanse your feed
stephen-norton
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
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