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Sep 25
What the world once was
To walk upon
Still Now largely is
But that will
Soon be gone
They make the future
Boil and fizz
We're in a moving
Waiting room
While they
Fix the horizon
Through frosted
Reinforced glass
so our fate
Might be surprising.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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