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Dust
Gnarled roots dig deep foundations form this budding network of lies we call Society. Only the earth and the trees have dwelled long enough to see the twisted formation of civilisation. And yet the founding fathers, living, human thinkers, creators of this abomination - lie long dead and gone. Dust in the very earth that has no eyes to see.
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