Flowers of plastic adorn my room, with colours red, yellow and blue. But, where is the aroma? the fragrance of life and bloom? Likewise humans too, have become flowers of plastic. Dry and cold; lifeless. Carrying a mask of falsehood, with colours of wealth, pride and power. But, where is the aroma? The fragrance …
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