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Art is lost.
All the food is deadly and the art makes me feel melancholy not because of the subject mattermore so all the chatter. Our bodies are sick and our minds barely tickexpanding mansions built upon fashionsthat make me illas I hand the cashier more money for the till. Art is lost writing on windows after the…
Everything is built upon another.
Everything is built upon another. One life, several more intertwining taking and forgettingthat the soil is nourished in waterconsisting of tears. It is all living,be it conscious awarenessor swirling about in the windbeing carried to fall. It is all living the seeds in the windthe plants producing the oxygenwithout thought it is still lifecan we…
I think it’s us.
I think it’s us.I thinks it’s our minds.I think it’s our desirefor something better. I don’t think it’s this placewe could be the race to space and we’d be broken still. We’d create more damage the crust on which we explore. This place we’ve been born it’s burning it’s reactingit’s shifting.It could fall just a…
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Temperamentally Tina 