We are superficial representations of existence; nothing more.
Hands clasped, head bowed, honor thrown down.
Chained to my disposition,
Not a man; merely an icon of an anion.
Souless annotations to rewrite the essence of interactions.
Feelings written on milky eyes, to show the refraction.
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