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life in every iteration is matter
that begins in black and white
and expands with colored words over time
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ideas transmuted by ink on paper
those that die are erased
brushed off the page in bits and dust
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we breathe in the discarded thoughts floating around us
absorb them into new ideas
reiterate them in new thoughts
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a cycle of familiarization
predecessors unforgotten
legacies to progenitors
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until life is once again stripped of color
in a state of black and white
hoping rather to breathe than be breathed
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