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Bury the rotten, the spoiled. "It is time for birth..."

The suffocation and manmade stench of social death, one that overlooks the inherent love in man.

A unique grievance that lies between a feeling of revival in beauty and a body that eludes our control.

What does it mean to overcome death? To be beyond matter?

The beauty and life created out of rot.

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