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8h
this rubiks cube
is spinning & dancing
and im always ******* grasping

empty hands
clasp again
im tired of this grey noose

house of straw
built once more
or will it take root

share your words
share your thoughts
help me navigate
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kind hands  37/M/United Kingdom
(37/M/United Kingdom)   
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