Let us immortalize our mortality in a photograph through time

A fleeting moment that seems so potent but in reality is a mockery of mind

A narrowed vision, with buckwheat eyes

A tortured soul whose tortured life was an unfolding of a culture’s lies

Lies that seem like truths, and truths that are all lies

Detached from our nature we feel we must plough through on a series of never ending highs

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