Dreaming On a Concrete Cloud
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The world is silent. The words that gave us voices have disappeared along with those who gave those words meaning. We are not to read the words of heretics and madmen, their words will harm and corrupt us, or so we are told. They are always watching us, those who dare to speak in a silent world are doomed to be forgotten or have their legacy destroyed. We can do no more than forget so that we too are not forgotten.
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