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the cores recall
memory
relics calving
relics melting
into diluted
existence
into
denial
the engine
the machine
keep us pining
the veneers
grinding
rolling
the commercial strobe
batting our eyes bloody
we don’t need to see
apathetic we fall in line
for a taste
we look up with tears
in our eyes
and with a wimper we say
thank you
