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Polluted precision the calling card of mankind Stained structures and hazmat huddles Cluttered minds with no jurisdiction Face mask population black stained the blue What was once considered unexcused is now exceptional It slips by like a sickness while we binge watch the bully called Hollywood while we smear another signature on a rented luxury Who can ever just be when so many things say why? The natural ability for adaptation leaves room for neglect shrugged shoulders and disconnection We fight for air in this crowded garden metal florals with the concrete cloves smiles fall and we feel the weight of full corners A slow ride may reassemble a notion of purpose tree smoke with a tree top tincture Still the speed demon decides the generation It's all so hilarious it's all so serious It's all so human
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Allow me this cynicism
Polluted precision the calling card of mankind Stained structures and hazmat huddles Cluttered minds with no jurisdiction Face mask population black stained the blue What was once considered unexcused is now exceptional It slips by like a sickness while we binge watch the bully called Hollywood while we smear another signature on a rented luxury Who can ever just be when so many things say why? The natural ability for adaptation leaves room for neglect shrugged shoulders and disconnection We fight for air in this crowded garden metal florals with the concrete cloves smiles fall and we feel the weight of full corners A slow ride may reassemble a notion of purpose tree smoke with a tree top tincture Still the speed demon decides the generation It's all so hilarious it's all so serious It's all so human
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
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