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Chattering boxes are but the brain at work, with dreary thoughts doing the consistent work. Laughable laughs come out as bold lies, as the true core we barely adore slowly dies. With true words never being spoken, will the dark spell of the fraudulent counterfeits ever be broken? The world is now digital and synthetic, and the almighty aesthetic is now genetic.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
The Fraudulent Quack
Chattering boxes are but the brain at work, with dreary thoughts doing the consistent work. Laughable laughs come out as bold lies, as the true core we barely adore slowly dies. With true words never being spoken, will the dark spell of the fraudulent counterfeits ever be broken? The world is now digital and synthetic, and the almighty aesthetic is now genetic.
robert-fallon
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
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