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Survivors of the first pattern that feared death Born a slave to the chain of events binding every breath This story was written, but the last chapter is torn All efforts to piece together a story to fit in, but a mirror is all that's ever formed As your breathe fogs the final pages Words form like thoughts on shower glass Take the time to teach those that take time for granted, and maybe then it won't be seen as a snake in the grass -
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
Snake in the Grass
Survivors of the first pattern that feared death Born a slave to the chain of events binding every breath This story was written, but the last chapter is torn All efforts to piece together a story to fit in, but a mirror is all that's ever formed As your breathe fogs the final pages Words form like thoughts on shower glass Take the time to teach those that take time for granted, and maybe then it won't be seen as a snake in the grass -
joseph-d
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
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