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Dec 2014
The giants moves quickly by my side.
Dwellings rotted in me.
Others may see but mostly are blind.
I can never reach the hight of the giants.
They may no longer be by my side.
Maybe I'm one of them but blind,
Maybe I'm not.
Written by
Jenta Kaprifol
309
   Devon Webb
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