Air currents grind, monotony.
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Image defined, static scene.
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Adherents bent opinionless
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following scent of commoness.
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Fit the latest rage,
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whatever stains the page.
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Then fears allayed,
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of lonely shade.
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Wheels, they grind...industry.
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Insipid finds, out of key.
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Opinions bent toward standard waves,
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bleaching out divergent shades.
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Mock integrity.
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Veiled hypocrisy.
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Ironic finds,
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when selves decried.
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Ban expressiveness.
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Bold repressiveness
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dictated by minds closed tight
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and walls that shut out light,
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and so we have static acts.
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Static Acts
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| Fates Warning |
