Inches fenced in under supervision,
Compelled to see merely superstition
More untold of compromised security,
Moving vectors of manifold impurity,
Trajectories burn questions opened
Factories churn out answers opined,
Segmented uncivil contentment
Living is what consent has meant,
Drawn to an ideological conscript
Rewriting the point that tipped,
One last star to join the black
Now the sky watched us back.
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Amazing
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I really like the picture, but the words have me confused.
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Yes, that picture is stunning, beautiful. Is it your own work, mischievousanna?
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It is my own, thank you!
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