History is his story, parallel with others
Combined with ideas, it’s a fake
It’s a dinosaur’s sample constructed by cause effect
It’s a mathematical model calibrated by willingness
It’s an illusive verity waiting to be explored
It’s a truthful mendacity have to be built by own
It’s dead but still alive
It’s happened but would happen once again
But ideas come and go; stories stay
It stays there like the floating smoke you can’t catch
It stays there like the fragrance have been leaving behind
It’s like a collapsar, would lick you up, empty yet heavy
One moment at separate spaces
One room full filled of times
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