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As i was cleaning I found a photo Time has already taken its form Its color, its shape, but why did my vision became blurred is it dust It is right?— As the dead rose from their graves All i could do was make myself forget The Scars they gave me to prevent The collapse of my cage that kept me going
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5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
The time i found a picture
As i was cleaning I found a photo Time has already taken its form Its color, its shape, but why did my vision became blurred is it dust It is right?— As the dead rose from their graves All i could do was make myself forget The Scars they gave me to prevent The collapse of my cage that kept me going
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Thecosmicpoet
18/M/India
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
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