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Jan 2016
Vivid in your face
without class or taste
We waist away the fruits and replace
with man makes
Like brutes
on a never ending search for the truth
& comfort in places
that give our senses no use
Eventually we lose
trade awareness for the news
And over time we learn and
find our way back to recoup
bjynxthelyric
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bjynxthelyric  the infinite
(the infinite)   
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   Rose
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