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We're all ants in our little farm Rotated by the axis of the galaxy; Our grip is impeccable no matter the angle Hoping to hold on infinitely To the small part of existence we are So maybe the toddler holding us Can remember how big he is Watching his ant farm of humans.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
Ants
We're all ants in our little farm Rotated by the axis of the galaxy; Our grip is impeccable no matter the angle Hoping to hold on infinitely To the small part of existence we are So maybe the toddler holding us Can remember how big he is Watching his ant farm of humans.
emmennarr
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
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