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Stones.

I guess you could say that I'm ******

Or flying,

Or diving,

Or hiding,

Or sighing.

I guess you could say that I'm over it.

Or ****** off.

You might even be able to say I'm happy.

Or disappointed with you, 

Set aside for a game played 

Just every once and awhile.

You are good at this game,

Smooth as a criminal

Sly as a sloth.

Not even a light or a nice nap,

Could snap you out of your world.

Your heads made of stone.

It's a good thing I'm ******

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marie-warner
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Published
Jul 10, 2010
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