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'Demise of Wisdom
The Air feels cold now, even freezing trees give out warmth and air. These wise trees die at our will, these trees keep us alive. The trees talk to me, but they say nothing. Nothing to say. Mutant scientists plot the hollow demise of the Ancient moon. No more than a rock in the sky to some.'
Added a poems by the titles of 'Fuck You' and 'Despair of Babylonia'. please read and tell me what thou thinketh. -
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