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Around the landscape, Grass is perfect, made of plastic False flowers bloom year-round The sky is a brilliant cerulean, always The world does not spin, Tilted on it's axis Everyone is perfect, Their faces equivalent to one another There is no love, Nor naturalism Everything is artificially sweetened.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Artificial Sweetener
Around the landscape, Grass is perfect, made of plastic False flowers bloom year-round The sky is a brilliant cerulean, always The world does not spin, Tilted on it's axis Everyone is perfect, Their faces equivalent to one another There is no love, Nor naturalism Everything is artificially sweetened.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
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