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Grab the ground, your Feet are pressure sensitive. Despite the cold you Felt the give, the one Day blooming. You've been walking Since Skadi first came, And now this surrounding, Soil slipping through your Hands like marbles. Where does it land? What do you hear? Is that an engine? "Who gave you right to break ground?" "Show me your deed!" "My God man, are you not human!" "What is yours without a signature, sir, do please tell me that!"
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
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Grab the ground, your Feet are pressure sensitive. Despite the cold you Felt the give, the one Day blooming. You've been walking Since Skadi first came, And now this surrounding, Soil slipping through your Hands like marbles. Where does it land? What do you hear? Is that an engine? "Who gave you right to break ground?" "Show me your deed!" "My God man, are you not human!" "What is yours without a signature, sir, do please tell me that!"
vincent-singer
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
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