My first perception of the decay
was in the nineteen seventies.
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The slowly encroaching corrosion is now moving
at a much faster pace. so this is what a dying society
looks like. so this is what a dying society sounds
like. so this is what a dying society feels like...
who would have ever thought
anything could be so hopelessly shallow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem