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The nest is cold and empty now a spindly nuance of life cut out Tissue and cells threaded as a spider's web disintegrate down the elastic tunnel of life. Second thoughts reap fear from a tiny seed. Tangled bouts of joy in a depressive sea. A Future in the "can" as one begins to shine Baby, it just wasn't your time.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
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The nest is cold and empty now a spindly nuance of life cut out Tissue and cells threaded as a spider's web disintegrate down the elastic tunnel of life. Second thoughts reap fear from a tiny seed. Tangled bouts of joy in a depressive sea. A Future in the "can" as one begins to shine Baby, it just wasn't your time.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
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