Only one minute left
Feeling regret?
Now it’s too late to escape
Mechanical fate
No time for imagination
To awake
The seed still sleeps
As the shadows creep
Up on the asleep
When will it grow
Into an oak tree?
When will the breeze
Blow through its leaves?
Not this time round
Mechanically bound
You’ve been found
Out
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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