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Four corners of a room Pulse, until four corners become A point, I'm in the middle Of this shallow house Where darkness has been present but now gone All that lies here is Emptiness is all I am And out is the only place I want to go.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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Four corners of a room Pulse, until four corners become A point, I'm in the middle Of this shallow house Where darkness has been present but now gone All that lies here is Emptiness is all I am And out is the only place I want to go.
I've never really been anywhere but this house But I feel this desperate need to finally come home.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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