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a past buried in mystery.
one which was born under the
fingerprints of youth.
new day, birthed a new age...
one which time has delayed.
this new page buried deep
within the past. a past which did exist,
but one that now has escaped
the inner sanctum under these
childlike snowflakes.
it could see in equations...
sound was it's periodic table
all wrapped up in his elements.
he was the new radical.
littered through the air was the
birth of his nations through ideas
creating a utopia no man could
have imagined......
but this was not a man's dream.
for no man could have pondered
what this past has been reshaped in?
the air had become stifiling.
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