I turned into a molten statue in the making
deep inside a volcano whose dreams of eruption
consumed the sky, turned the air haughty
as the world stood still and watched breathlessly.
It is a pity that one can not hang on to memories
in a pure, pristine state of mind in entirety.
The neural networks after all, are at their designated job.
deep inside a volcano whose dreams of eruption
consumed the sky, turned the air haughty
as the world stood still and watched breathlessly.
It is a pity that one can not hang on to memories
in a pure, pristine state of mind in entirety.
The neural networks after all, are at their designated job.
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