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Feb 2011
I walked across a tightrope
Balanced on a razors edge
Trying to cut a diamond
Out of an arrowhead

Its facets were ***** and murky
It shined underneath the crust
I cut and i carved and wouldn't you know
This diamond turned to dust
02/11
richie dagger
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richie dagger
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