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Our broken dreams
Our colder deaths,
This lack of pain
Growing like beans,
The perfect hybris
Came from a wish
From a likeness,
From a madness.
Is this what they call love?
It must be,
We are defeated
We are blinded,
In a few words,
We have Pandora living with us.
JERT
Our colder deaths,
This lack of pain
Growing like beans,
The perfect hybris
Came from a wish
From a likeness,
From a madness.
Is this what they call love?
It must be,
We are defeated
We are blinded,
In a few words,
We have Pandora living with us.
JERT
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