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I'm standing on a square. A metre each way, a square If I move I'll fall off this square is squaring me up, squinting at me Learning it has power over me This square is all I am This square is scaring me. I think it's made of wood, a wooden square Solid yet creaking this wooden square rotting beneath me, a square that snares me, spares me the fall I'd have without it This square stares at me. I know every part of this, this square it squeaks this square, at me this square I have walked to all it's corners but this square that squared me up and squawked at me, squealed and stammered under my feet It became my home, this square that ensnared me, still stares at me but continues to spare me is starting to show me, At least now I know where I stand.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Squared
I'm standing on a square. A metre each way, a square If I move I'll fall off this square is squaring me up, squinting at me Learning it has power over me This square is all I am This square is scaring me. I think it's made of wood, a wooden square Solid yet creaking this wooden square rotting beneath me, a square that snares me, spares me the fall I'd have without it This square stares at me. I know every part of this, this square it squeaks this square, at me this square I have walked to all it's corners but this square that squared me up and squawked at me, squealed and stammered under my feet It became my home, this square that ensnared me, still stares at me but continues to spare me is starting to show me, At least now I know where I stand.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
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