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At the eye of the storm, my mind is clear, But zooming out, you can see that the farther Things get from this pin ***** of perfection, The more fragile and damageable it all gets. Everything; big and small and imperfect. This clutter is controllable though, If you know how. I think.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Clutter.
At the eye of the storm, my mind is clear, But zooming out, you can see that the farther Things get from this pin ***** of perfection, The more fragile and damageable it all gets. Everything; big and small and imperfect. This clutter is controllable though, If you know how. I think.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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