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Where selfies go to die.

Pointless bloody selfies, treasures so grand,
A pic of your face or your bum on the sand.
No story, no meaning, no context to frame,
Yet here they exist, for illusory fame.

Written by backdeckbenny
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No one sees your selfies out in space.
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