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What hope is left to be found? This world is quick sand- Be quick oh man; Come up with a poetic plan Something substantial, unsubstituteable- Their words will always fold, This world is getting cold; What truly sticks around?
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
nough chrewth, nohe lief
What hope is left to be found? This world is quick sand- Be quick oh man; Come up with a poetic plan Something substantial, unsubstituteable- Their words will always fold, This world is getting cold; What truly sticks around?
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
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