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Cupped hands an inconsistent vessel for every drip drip The precious is forever lost Spartan moments mirror a watery fate Traversed, cascade they hurtle some lashed to a Giant’s thigh an endless waves breaker And beneath, feet mourn little for trampled free fallers Tiles arranged in patterned logic frame the arranged sequence for another graveyard at 0 8 0 1 Splash is the cry of acceptance by absorption whilst others are the missed opportunities to reach a higher station. The tap runs unchecked. Soon they will be long forgotten in the chaos of morning traffic This period is late. As am I.
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:25 AM UTC
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Cupped hands an inconsistent vessel for every drip drip The precious is forever lost Spartan moments mirror a watery fate Traversed, cascade they hurtle some lashed to a Giant’s thigh an endless waves breaker And beneath, feet mourn little for trampled free fallers Tiles arranged in patterned logic frame the arranged sequence for another graveyard at 0 8 0 1 Splash is the cry of acceptance by absorption whilst others are the missed opportunities to reach a higher station. The tap runs unchecked. Soon they will be long forgotten in the chaos of morning traffic This period is late. As am I.
DBeard
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Scottish
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:25 AM UTC
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