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Solitude of drifted society

plywood world

A desolate theatre of former human longing.

For those who believed in an endless playful society: a gate to hell!!!

How glorious this plan to sail an amusement park toward the infinite depth of a considerable wild sea and yet the past seemed so full of good intentions.

How naïve is the man who gave life to this sinister contraption too, which has greedily eaten childrens' smiles and laughter until till this thundering silence.

A man stills on this rubble empire built of plywood and beside him, deckchairs stand, dusty and thirsty for body heat not far from where that faded figure sits

Mercy has again swallowed our bare eyes but hope is still on your palm sold for a few pence...

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  • The Man Who Isn't There

    The Man Who Isn't There (Deleted) gave props (22 Nov 2011):

    Nice series. Voted!

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