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An illusory world filled with clocks Isolated palaces with circular rose windows Made of cement and broken mirrors Encased around neat rows of mental blocks Genetically modified organisms Clothed in veils of materiality Caged in artificial environments Looking at life through glass prisms A flaw in the design has been proven A shimmering mirage of ambiguity Shards of shattered perceptions What the hell are we doing?
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Existential Crisis
An illusory world filled with clocks Isolated palaces with circular rose windows Made of cement and broken mirrors Encased around neat rows of mental blocks Genetically modified organisms Clothed in veils of materiality Caged in artificial environments Looking at life through glass prisms A flaw in the design has been proven A shimmering mirage of ambiguity Shards of shattered perceptions What the hell are we doing?
rebecca-joyp5
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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