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Jun 2022
Life is labour.
All is entropy.
From the moment
we're born,
we decay.
We must feed
to renew,
we must breathe
to energise.
We strive to prolong a life
we never asked for,
living inside a machine
needing constant maintenance
against built-in redundance.
What an existence!
Wandering Biku
Written by
Wandering Biku  44/M/United Nations
(44/M/United Nations)   
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