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Once there were days Before that there were weeks that pressed on like pistons From moments into memories  Refugees of our forgotten obligations clung to them like broken glass Waiting to be tenderly left to rot Waiting as we do Time passes Time smothers Our cherished children grow To deny love and life to others Sensations and symbols silently consume you They fool you and school you and satisfy you until you're lost in them and you wake up weeks later wondering what they were Sensations and symbols Built by drifting generations  Improved, covered in graffiti, rediscovered and left to crumble  Now, before and soon again
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
The Machine in Ruins
Once there were days Before that there were weeks that pressed on like pistons From moments into memories  Refugees of our forgotten obligations clung to them like broken glass Waiting to be tenderly left to rot Waiting as we do Time passes Time smothers Our cherished children grow To deny love and life to others Sensations and symbols silently consume you They fool you and school you and satisfy you until you're lost in them and you wake up weeks later wondering what they were Sensations and symbols Built by drifting generations  Improved, covered in graffiti, rediscovered and left to crumble  Now, before and soon again
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romeo-a-bunkersgelt
Canadian
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
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