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We live our darkest moments in the medial state Between rest and motion our inertia kicks in Our brightest seconds are shared with others But our demons wait to catch our ankles alone So we may trip into their clutches for an evening
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May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
Dreary musings
We live our darkest moments in the medial state Between rest and motion our inertia kicks in Our brightest seconds are shared with others But our demons wait to catch our ankles alone So we may trip into their clutches for an evening
kelly-c-s
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May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
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