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She sits in stoop, low over the sodden earth Pressing herself  to leave an impression in the muck some sort of public confession, That she actually exists. Swallowing whole all things dead and dying, but Her own unsubstantiated concept of Living, defying her purpose In insipid contradictions To her needless desperation to grow. To prove her own mass substantial Absorbing into herself all things that seem too real, That threaten her absoluteness That threaten to have existed before her
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
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She sits in stoop, low over the sodden earth Pressing herself  to leave an impression in the muck some sort of public confession, That she actually exists. Swallowing whole all things dead and dying, but Her own unsubstantiated concept of Living, defying her purpose In insipid contradictions To her needless desperation to grow. To prove her own mass substantial Absorbing into herself all things that seem too real, That threaten her absoluteness That threaten to have existed before her
simone-zona
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
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