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Jan 2017
The system is rigged against out poor souls
The tide could swallow us all
The air we breathe the water we drink
The dreams that randomLy appear on the screen of our slumbet
Saturated with the symbolism lost upon awakening the sky became my eyes
Ian Brian Summers
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