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On Resilience Silence assembles in my room. A little snail is on the wall Climbing about like a groom. Is that all it knows.? All it carries is a shell. Might think, one, there is more Climbing about like all is well. silence is shattered in my room. A little snail is off the wall. From outside devoured the inside,a boom No more climbing about. The little snail... Is back in its shell.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
what mine eyes see, my brains perceive
On Resilience Silence assembles in my room. A little snail is on the wall Climbing about like a groom. Is that all it knows.? All it carries is a shell. Might think, one, there is more Climbing about like all is well. silence is shattered in my room. A little snail is off the wall. From outside devoured the inside,a boom No more climbing about. The little snail... Is back in its shell.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
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