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Yours is clay What is mine, a tome? There's only one way To the lair of the minotaur Sat spinning centre Shocked twine mentor shall I bind and bend my mender I'm trying too hard To keeo my voice as gentle Seeing spots in a state With my hair in my hands in my eyes I sat down at the plate Were we spelt to stay? A whispered word Even water walks back sometimes Won't you? My hits hit sixteen I felt fits begin to sit between and I found that I think as founders think My legacy unstuck to sink In the end i think I wrote I coughed up the lump You built in my throat Flung what we've undone, I don't Want to be a footnote
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
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Yours is clay What is mine, a tome? There's only one way To the lair of the minotaur Sat spinning centre Shocked twine mentor shall I bind and bend my mender I'm trying too hard To keeo my voice as gentle Seeing spots in a state With my hair in my hands in my eyes I sat down at the plate Were we spelt to stay? A whispered word Even water walks back sometimes Won't you? My hits hit sixteen I felt fits begin to sit between and I found that I think as founders think My legacy unstuck to sink In the end i think I wrote I coughed up the lump You built in my throat Flung what we've undone, I don't Want to be a footnote
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
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