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Paper peels itself from the walls with ease like leaves returning to the soil in curled fetal positions. Repressed energy then surges outwards, like glaciers parading their legacies to mountains in silent grief. While the rain taps in the valleys on arid surfaces with propositions of life to molecular corpses, like dust returning in hopeful stupefaction to a taut epidermis. Air rips holes into itself all around to expose a singularity of infinite density, where stars choose to return as black holes to burn the fuels that were once their own. And a nebula of memories will spill its ink onto the air about the head of a man kneeling in stupefaction, like an enchantment. Diffusing outwards Life's intoxicating tragedy.

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Date: 6/12/2017 3:57:00 PM
This is beautifully written. And I suppose you are right: we will never learn from our mistakes.
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