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I would like us to think about the assignation of blame. A voice weighs a ton a stare takes a shape forlorn is the game that we play alone so in conversation please consider the nature of stones. Left prone they sleep but thrown at glass figures they damage our home replete with possibilities we know only a few outcomes what we know not is which way to go let us end this conversation which has now gone one furlong past the point of return, for we will never know who was wrong
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
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I would like us to think about the assignation of blame. A voice weighs a ton a stare takes a shape forlorn is the game that we play alone so in conversation please consider the nature of stones. Left prone they sleep but thrown at glass figures they damage our home replete with possibilities we know only a few outcomes what we know not is which way to go let us end this conversation which has now gone one furlong past the point of return, for we will never know who was wrong
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
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