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It's centuries of deterioration not just by black era defined humanity to blame whatever place and time In the grime if someone you discover despite unaffected by the world's deadly spite broiling in his sorrow yet happy inside stop and cherish for he defines a lotus's ilk ascending from the dirt but remaining pure defying its birth Trust if there is one there might be more but forever wary of impending extinction so if you honor them behold the few left before the lotus ousts and they mold into the                                                                                                    rest.
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
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It's centuries of deterioration not just by black era defined humanity to blame whatever place and time In the grime if someone you discover despite unaffected by the world's deadly spite broiling in his sorrow yet happy inside stop and cherish for he defines a lotus's ilk ascending from the dirt but remaining pure defying its birth Trust if there is one there might be more but forever wary of impending extinction so if you honor them behold the few left before the lotus ousts and they mold into the                                                                                                    rest.
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
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