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Curious about            the way                    you built this                                                solid ground ==============================================================================                              so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so fast =============================================================================== Won't deny that                It is so much easier to walk, think, smile, laugh                                                  live                              There is no crumbling world around my ears                                                                   there is no pouring salt water                                                                                            flowing freely from fallen faces                                                                                                                         HOWEVER ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? questions questions questions uncertain uncertain uncertain doubtful doubtful doubtful real real real   ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I can see that rose is red               I can see it grows                                I can see it bend                                               I can see it snap                                                                  It looks like a **** to me                                                                               A **** that makes your fingers drip                                                                                               Rose seeds                                                                                               so red                                it all depends on how tight you hold the stem ##################################################################################                               I boarded a train, it zig zagged--quick, unstoppable uncontrolled. It was nice. It was, steel ################################################################################### peered through the window of this train (slightly fogged, slightly blurred)         But I managed to make out the image of this girl (this woman?) whose back rested against the cushion, eyes wide, face open, shoes tied she mirrored impressionism I noticed the small details her coat was covered her hands were covered                                                         ~ with red rose seeds~
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
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Curious about            the way                    you built this                                                solid ground ==============================================================================                              so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so strong, so fast =============================================================================== Won't deny that                It is so much easier to walk, think, smile, laugh                                                  live                              There is no crumbling world around my ears                                                                   there is no pouring salt water                                                                                            flowing freely from fallen faces                                                                                                                         HOWEVER ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? questions questions questions uncertain uncertain uncertain doubtful doubtful doubtful real real real   ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I can see that rose is red               I can see it grows                                I can see it bend                                               I can see it snap                                                                  It looks like a **** to me                                                                               A **** that makes your fingers drip                                                                                               Rose seeds                                                                                               so red                                it all depends on how tight you hold the stem ##################################################################################                               I boarded a train, it zig zagged--quick, unstoppable uncontrolled. It was nice. It was, steel ################################################################################### peered through the window of this train (slightly fogged, slightly blurred)         But I managed to make out the image of this girl (this woman?) whose back rested against the cushion, eyes wide, face open, shoes tied she mirrored impressionism I noticed the small details her coat was covered her hands were covered                                                         ~ with red rose seeds~
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25/F/American
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
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