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May 2013
Try to move faster than your feet can carry,
Do come along dear do not tarry, but be wary,
Push yourself harder faster, stop and I'll bury,
you.

Pace of life, balance all or balance none,
Do come along dear do not fall, no prize to be won,
Let me push you till you drop, sleep is no fun,
with out peace...

And quiet your squealing, verbal chaos marks your despair,
Do come along dear, peeling your clothes off to catch a gasp of air,
Just go to the edge and let gravity carry you, with out care,
a rush, the fall.

The worst part is landing, lonely and alone.
Do come along dear you still have me
and my black heart,
I won't catch you as you fall, get running,
cause I play chase real well,
can't you tell?
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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