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Jul 2012
Merely sounds
Shapes
Noises

Echoes of serenity
Devastation
Life

Is it the truth we seek from them?
Or is it their inverted exterior that keeps us at bay.
A certain unsatisfied fictitious satisfaction.

It’s okay.
Isn’t it?
We can all be ignorant together.
Amy Robson
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