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So the nature the dirt of the past is crushed under the wave of the future old relics of freedom stuck in the sands of time and an army rises from the ashes of coffee and newspaper stories heroes and nightmares metallic eyes arms tied to strings pulled by those forever gluttons in power since the beginning however silent they pull on their little dancers and we forget our saviors in this ocean this new sea of indifference.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
poem from the bottom of a purse
A symbolic ever changing creature Men with eyes glued to the public outcry For they get louder & LOUDER & LOUDER! & LOUDER!!
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 1:47 AM UTC
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