Incredibly lonely on my plateau of warm concrete.
I can go anywhere in this jungle,
and no one will even notice, it is not minded.
But it's core has no soul, not left.
And a hollow hardening has begun to descend upon its people.
Waiting for itself to rebirth, much like current historical performative aficionados.
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"He knew the score even if Aunt Ella didn't."
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