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Jan 2011
After all we have been through. I am set as a stone. I have wilted dry, my silence keeps me a muck. I have no strength but the air of intake. Force of gravity makes my place. chipped and weathered, years of mistakes. I'll still stand here till the day breaks and the earth quakes. Hidden in plain sight, I still give out a hell of a fight.
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