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Lobotomy

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Forlorn friends, skeptical strangers, and forgotten family mill along our hunched backs and downcast eyes.
We sit among the smolder, our knees cement, our shoulders heavy.
They see ignorance.
We see embers.
They fight against the sun's hardened rays to build a monument, one where heads can rest.
We fight against the midnight waves to capture a moment, one where the spark becomes a flame.

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