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Skipping stones along a crumbling ground
How does it work with no one around?
If there is no one to read
What do I write for?
If there is no one writing
What do I read?
Ambition against the machine
Flesh gives to the metal
A pen’s work is easily destroyed
The cloud is forever
Art is human
Art is mine
But wherefore art thou reader?
When mine art is displayed?
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