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Survival of the fittest.

Small is what you call the world,

so is it's memory.

Big if you want to hear,

learn to mark your territory.

 

You're being watched,

as days are made but nights occur,

So choose the darkest light,

the sun being your ******

 

Shoot the stars,

Shoot the moon,

as they shoot down gravity.

You'll want breath,

you'll need air,

you being your destiny.

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lifeandafter
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Aug 18, 2015
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