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Oct 2017
The chugs of the city train,
on collapsed lines, abused
by youth.
Rebelling against the generation,
their snobbish comments to deaf
ears,
wholesome, yet lost.
Views, taken, finally laid to rest,
let the new world take over.

It is coming.
Goodbye to the elders,
Ether is your love now.
-Z.xo
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