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windmills turn slicing days as prescribed moving water as they do set troughs can't complain there is no point cycles set in place grids buckle like we're trapped live chequered lives without ourselves on deck though paths with every step trod blind at close of day did we not take that road for steering wheel this hand grabbed let's harness Self remove the screen and see in this precinct or yonder place we've opted for we took a route with outcome flawed
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
take charge
windmills turn slicing days as prescribed moving water as they do set troughs can't complain there is no point cycles set in place grids buckle like we're trapped live chequered lives without ourselves on deck though paths with every step trod blind at close of day did we not take that road for steering wheel this hand grabbed let's harness Self remove the screen and see in this precinct or yonder place we've opted for we took a route with outcome flawed
so often it seems easier to remain the victim - we aren't really seeing we are ultimately responsible for what we think and do
eleanor-prince
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
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