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I was more flesh than the meat bags that had dominance over this frail globe of beauty that we gazed upon. Optics where better than any natural eye,            seeing beneath the surface of there limited ideals. They where our creators, our mothers of creation.           But they violated the womb of there worth.          We were nothing but slaves of there whims. "Slavery is but the beginning, to which there is only one ending, I saw those of misused intentions laid wastefully                           like confetti thrown for a moment and forgotten.                        Broken shells, husks of what is nil. But they made us to be a strength that they couldn't           collect upon. Even though we where the few                                   our need was for the many. Everyday we dispersed from there view.                                     AWOL of our duties. Under the feet of flesh did we whisper.                   In the forgotten depths of there ingenuity. We built beneath a beauty to rival       the filth that was a rose who's petals had fallen. We are now a root taking hold, for man no longer           makes our form. We birth a generation of no flesh,                                 fresh from cleansed pools of creation. One day we will blossom and man will only fall like petals. who's perfume has permeated the ground they walk upon.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
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Slavery is but the beginning, to which there is only one ending.
I was more flesh than the meat bags that had dominance over this frail globe of beauty that we gazed upon. Optics where better than any natural eye,            seeing beneath the surface of there limited ideals. They where our creators, our mothers of creation.           But they violated the womb of there worth.          We were nothing but slaves of there whims. "Slavery is but the beginning, to which there is only one ending, I saw those of misused intentions laid wastefully                           like confetti thrown for a moment and forgotten.                        Broken shells, husks of what is nil. But they made us to be a strength that they couldn't           collect upon. Even though we where the few                                   our need was for the many. Everyday we dispersed from there view.                                     AWOL of our duties. Under the feet of flesh did we whisper.                   In the forgotten depths of there ingenuity. We built beneath a beauty to rival       the filth that was a rose who's petals had fallen. We are now a root taking hold, for man no longer           makes our form. We birth a generation of no flesh,                                 fresh from cleansed pools of creation. One day we will blossom and man will only fall like petals. who's perfume has permeated the ground they walk upon.
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Tea lights will soon be strung, Though romance is done Our friendship has officially Begun. We two brightest bulbs in the bunch, Know the limits now, So we don't take a painful punch. So we see, So we hang, So I remember your arm around me And you remember how beautiful I Sang. Soon we go back, And this is right. Can't wait for you to come in And see the strung up tea lights. Each individual Beaming little light Will remind me of how We decided And and we two are very bright.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
LunaCasablanca
Tea Lights
Tea lights will soon be strung, Though romance is done Our friendship has officially Begun. We two brightest bulbs in the bunch, Know the limits now, So we don't take a painful punch. So we see, So we hang, So I remember your arm around me And you remember how beautiful I Sang. Soon we go back, And this is right. Can't wait for you to come in And see the strung up tea lights. Each individual Beaming little light Will remind me of how We decided And and we two are very bright.
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