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Nov 2020
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dies
everyone lies
we all wear a disguise
no human can possibly fly

immortality
is a fiction
our fixation with youth
is an addiction

the truth descends from our perception
what are we left with?
inception?
another form of self-deception?

i don't know what
this or anything means
are we individuals?
or are we collective operating teams?
Mona
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