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Aug 2019
Immaculate in sculpture,
A mind set in stone.
How adept we are to communicate,
Yet so prevalent to feel alone.
How unnatural does it feel to live life like we do,
When the unnatural is in fact real then where hide the forgotten truths.
We exist in modern pressures and the evils we create,
Till the relapse of time a cataclysm we won't escape.
Written by
SaintMethyl  20/M/England
(20/M/England)   
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