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Dec 2015
You do not believe in progress.
You believe in the safeguard of
Your own Citadel of vitality.
You garrison it with your soul .
You shield it against oblivion so
Your purity persevered.
You preempt the impending moment;
You pause in the void that you call
Your life.
This is not what I call progress.
Written by
Harry cave  London
(London)   
412
   Gaffer
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