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rest your eyes on the dancing words, and indulge in them, like i have. and i have, grown in me, a belief. a belief that the receipient will not read. a glance and left. the winds after, bringing with it, its cold caress. in this age, we are colleagues, workers. we build the distance. with silence. blocks of them. as long as time goes, as tall as a living lie. this monument stands strong as pride, undaunted as egos. is it not easier, to demolish, than to build? For you.
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