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I wonder when. I wonder when, the song of life constantly ringing and singing, gets torn apart and thrown into the void of decompostion
I sat staring at the ground wondering what and when. Then I sat staring into space. And then I sat staring, but this time I was wondering. How was it that something living can decompose so clearly from standint to sitting From happiness to the void of never ending decomposintion.
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