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Is the futility of life, the beauty of it ?
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
Echo.
Life and money and time are Finities I can only escape in death And yet I feel free and Adamantine, unlimited and Everlasting— But only for you. It is as if You are dead to me, I to you— In a good way. Are we alive and Finite? Or dead and Without bounds? Perhaps a bit of both, For our hearts beat Just the same, Though we are, too, Dead inside— In a good way.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Finity