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Your soft, regular build and face, but wonderfully intriguing. You looked at me and your looks could be any number of a million women, but then you smiled and you instantly became the only one. Everyone with there faces buried in their phones while missing the world around them. More interested in seeing the shadows of the things that cast them, then the reality of the things of thier existence. A world full of stimulation and potential, yet pulseless, pale and blind though they see. Is our cell phones of social media the distraction our self portrait, or is it our cell phones of social media painting our self portrait that is distracting us of our very soul. We lay upon it’s alter all our sins and fallen ways just to pseudo-cover our blemishes, scares, sores and aging like the shadows we continually pay most attention to. Like a shadow, vag, monochromic and fleeting, by our narcism we have become a shell of who we were created to be having the form, but with no substance. So thank you for the smile… I think we were the only ones in a crowded environment watching the trees.
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