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Sucking Cells


Seconds to minutes Seem too vacant For our empty minds, Full upon request. So many find pause Staggeringly scary. Fearful of the thoughts, Frantic for that box. With silicone casings replacing cardboard, What once filled corners of imagination Withheld not to technologies’ medication.
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