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We are all oblivious in our own attentive way. A babylon of fanaticisms call, in a dark song you must pay. We are all content in our own entangled day. A bravado of neologisms appall, in a stark verity you have kept. I'm removed from society, in insouciant splendor, I wept. A creation of serendipitous intent, in a dream impending you have crept.
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Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 11:46 PM UTC
Ambiguous Lines of Discontent.
We are all oblivious in our own attentive way. A babylon of fanaticisms call, in a dark song you must pay. We are all content in our own entangled day. A bravado of neologisms appall, in a stark verity you have kept. I'm removed from society, in insouciant splendor, I wept. A creation of serendipitous intent, in a dream impending you have crept.
B_Lid
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Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 11:46 PM UTC
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