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What is this thing I have built with hands? Lifting sand instead of mortar That sifts through my fingers Rubble Distant memories Dry and unrefreshing What is this thing I have built with mind? Heretic thought between my temples That strays along neurotic paths Drunkards Stumbling memories Distressed and unravelling What is this thing I have built with soul? A heavy heart on thin ice That splits the seams of hope Graceless Fading memories Crumbling and sinking
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:12 AM UTC
Playing with three Scorpions
What is this thing I have built with hands? Lifting sand instead of mortar That sifts through my fingers Rubble Distant memories Dry and unrefreshing What is this thing I have built with mind? Heretic thought between my temples That strays along neurotic paths Drunkards Stumbling memories Distressed and unravelling What is this thing I have built with soul? A heavy heart on thin ice That splits the seams of hope Graceless Fading memories Crumbling and sinking
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:12 AM UTC
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