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We taint the sacred heart, and stain the merits of oddity by shaming the unmasked face that screams to be noticed in the social cesspool society deems acceptable. The deep waters swallow us who feign an inability to swim, tailoring our reflections to fit the slimy surfacethat we’ve chosen to collectively gather ourselves by. We secretly play marco-polo with shallow remnants of thoughts standing in remembrances of principles we surrendered to the tyrants who thought we were stars. Poetic Cognition

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