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Are we Frodo or are we Sam? We’re been there and back and         find ourselves unfound groundless Stuck         in an unknown cog on a wheel we don’t know is turning. Robert’s misread roads rise to our feet yet         is the choice that simple?  Is it that binary? We are no longer binary. We are not a yes or no, a black or white:         a party of two. How can we choose?         we can’t So we sit? We sit.  We wait.  We emit and pray, ponder and vibrate. We wait. We wait.
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
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Are we Frodo or are we Sam? We’re been there and back and         find ourselves unfound groundless Stuck         in an unknown cog on a wheel we don’t know is turning. Robert’s misread roads rise to our feet yet         is the choice that simple?  Is it that binary? We are no longer binary. We are not a yes or no, a black or white:         a party of two. How can we choose?         we can’t So we sit? We sit.  We wait.  We emit and pray, ponder and vibrate. We wait. We wait.
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
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