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Jul 2017
Humans jump in slow motion from one point to the next in such a cosmically quick rate our thoughts feelings and ideas begin not to matter as we are as insignificant as the jump from cavemen to modern scientists. On our human level that may seem servere, but on a grandeur view we are but blinks of life swirling on our axis of injustice and immorality
Poetry is subjective.
Written by
Jordyn Sparks  28/MTF
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   olivia
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