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| there are many flowers under the concrete learn to see through solids like radiation radiate this forward penetrate through neverending all encompasing noise that has muted the music of this freedom that is portioned and wait until the flowers crack the unbreakable steel wait in the rain of the city's tears soak up the sickness diseased structure darkness decaying the flowers of our eyes distorting the sounds of our heart till we no longer know where it is |