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Dec 2024
the playground’s empty.
the factories aren’t.
the clocks keep moving
but no one grows up -
they just get swallowed,
one
        shift
                 at
                      a
                         time.
Written by
jules
89
     Devin Johns, erin, Kuro, Pax, Emma and 4 others
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