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……Now With springing force I was shot out into the future And with needle to the suture Sewed together what I could Lo, the spring sprung back into The autumn Found my porthole at the bottom Into all I understood Yet, An equal opposite reaction Fueled combustibly by action From believing things that I was told to read Found Me far beyond what I had seen Cross dystopian ravine Though in spite of any betterment, still brought to you by greed Now from safely at the station In the cold and condensation I can see with clearest vision The successes of my mission Here, within, the multitudinous expanse of tears and laughs Will be difficult to honor with a proper epitaph
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC
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……Now With springing force I was shot out into the future And with needle to the suture Sewed together what I could Lo, the spring sprung back into The autumn Found my porthole at the bottom Into all I understood Yet, An equal opposite reaction Fueled combustibly by action From believing things that I was told to read Found Me far beyond what I had seen Cross dystopian ravine Though in spite of any betterment, still brought to you by greed Now from safely at the station In the cold and condensation I can see with clearest vision The successes of my mission Here, within, the multitudinous expanse of tears and laughs Will be difficult to honor with a proper epitaph
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC
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