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I know it’s good advice to look outside, to walk – to minimize the price of time spent on a rock – I know deep in my gut that fate depends on chance, and time spent on my **** drifts in an endless dance. A song glides in the air. A song drifts in my mind – The one outside is spare. It cannot be defined by notes placed on a page. It cannot be rewound – It only sets the stage for music to be found.
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
A Song
I know it’s good advice to look outside, to walk – to minimize the price of time spent on a rock – I know deep in my gut that fate depends on chance, and time spent on my **** drifts in an endless dance. A song glides in the air. A song drifts in my mind – The one outside is spare. It cannot be defined by notes placed on a page. It cannot be rewound – It only sets the stage for music to be found.
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
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