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Some were born onto the shoulders of monuments Eternal configurations pristine and untouched by the years Whose prow waits for a map of pathways to mark their porcelain facade Some were born onto the shoulders of crumbling statues Preeminent figures decaying from weight of problems suppressed Whose cracks like pathways trace maps across their surface We were born onto the shoulders of giants Immortal beings whose arms welcome us in Whose wrinkles like pathways trace maps across their skin
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
We were born onto the shoulders of giants
Some were born onto the shoulders of monuments Eternal configurations pristine and untouched by the years Whose prow waits for a map of pathways to mark their porcelain facade Some were born onto the shoulders of crumbling statues Preeminent figures decaying from weight of problems suppressed Whose cracks like pathways trace maps across their surface We were born onto the shoulders of giants Immortal beings whose arms welcome us in Whose wrinkles like pathways trace maps across their skin
I don't know what to write about anymore, it's short but it's something.
Abigail-Madsen
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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