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Simply. Endless. A vastness of Not stretched over a tattered canvas How do you not reach forward to touch? Are you grey in this swelling of never? Head down weeping only the beginning will call Here a tale for your soul.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
Stick in the Mud
Simply. Endless. A vastness of Not stretched over a tattered canvas How do you not reach forward to touch? Are you grey in this swelling of never? Head down weeping only the beginning will call Here a tale for your soul.
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kanorah
American
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
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