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A souless cog turns, Along with the other, Gears, Never questions why, Does as its told, Continues to revolve, Even as rust sets in, Making movement improbable, But, With a little grease, Oil, This tiny gear, May move, Freely, Swiftly, When a machine breaks, Many cogs cease to exsist, Lifeless, Inaniment, Cold
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:48 PM UTC
Cog In The Machine
A souless cog turns, Along with the other, Gears, Never questions why, Does as its told, Continues to revolve, Even as rust sets in, Making movement improbable, But, With a little grease, Oil, This tiny gear, May move, Freely, Swiftly, When a machine breaks, Many cogs cease to exsist, Lifeless, Inaniment, Cold
Vikingman93
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:48 PM UTC
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