Your Antidote
Poem to inspire progression
Truth is your antidote spreading briskly through an infected world. Born unaware sensing, relying on surroundedness
protectors of life. Flesh holders lifting hopes to heights exploded whispering voices echoing in a silent world.
Wondering, wishing for progression ticking hands cycling the surface winding and winding a stopped clock.
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