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She was the rock I sunk my sword in. I never once made her sweat. She was the rock I built my house on. I never once made her fret. She is the rock I will leap from And she is the rock I'll come crashing down on. I never once made her sweat. I never once made her fret. She cut my tongue and blunted my teeth. Yet here she lies beneath my feet.
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Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
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She was the rock I sunk my sword in. I never once made her sweat. She was the rock I built my house on. I never once made her fret. She is the rock I will leap from And she is the rock I'll come crashing down on. I never once made her sweat. I never once made her fret. She cut my tongue and blunted my teeth. Yet here she lies beneath my feet.
david-t-carratola
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Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
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