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At times you will tether yourself to another And pull hand over hand just to discover you've woven every strand but all you are holding is a rope made of sand
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
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At times you will tether yourself to another And pull hand over hand just to discover you've woven every strand but all you are holding is a rope made of sand
samyarb
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
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