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Jul 2017
Eyes burning


The will of man to constantly develop yet this world is crashing down

Individuality is a creation of man himself, not the landscape he changes around

The imagination is far greater than any one factor that can be found

We do not realise that the Earth will tire of our infestation which we cannot be unbound

This concrete jungle is the end of a highway on which we build more concrete towns

I see more and more regurgitation of simple ideas being ***** and sold by rich clowns

In the beginning of humanity surely we should have decided to stop lying and take money out of the equation some how

My eyes burn to see what is happening to the world right now.
Peter Kiggin
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Peter Kiggin  44/M/Wigan
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