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Decaying...




What if age reverses


its steps, and reduces you


to a mass of grey?

Comments

Nicole Braganza said…
Someones been reading a lot of science fiction.
Roger Stevens said…
Wow! Your work's coming on. Getting into minimalism? Lovely stuff.

It's not science fiction so much as rocket silence.

Meanwhile, why not download a song on my blog?
iamnasra said…
How true .. a masterpiece
Monami Roy said…
But hasnt time told us always to shred, always to reduce, and always to loose in the gray?

\m/
Time does do that the other way!
Ekta said…
oh boy...that sounded depressing!
Reeta Skeeter said…
scarrryy!!
reverses or accelarates?

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