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| everything is flipped over and thrown onto what was once lawn |
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| nobody would dare to wear a uniform / fly a flag / or pledge allegiance |
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| drawers are pulled out~ overstuffed dropped to floors~ forgotten |
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| things are grouped together in obscene shapes of gorgeous |
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| nothing serves any purpose~ but decoration |
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| people helped serve each-other tiny drops tea- |
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| elevators only surge up~ and we'd walk down together~ holding hands |
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| people dressed as wandering ascetics~ monks and madmen |
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| cardboard boxes become prisons to childhood memories and blanketed with dust |
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| we save things until they become unrecognizable ~ |
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| we sow |
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| conflicting technologies can sit together obsolete |
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| words can be smashed with percussion instruments |
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