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and who's to say... maybe some tremor of what you called you may wield the sceptre instead of the pick and shovel on your next orbit but what you call you won't be there don't hope for that and should this trouble us? we're barely here when we're here we drive this highway our eyes fixed on the faraway horizon or shooting glances in the rearview while the low hanging fruit of the orchard whizzes by just outside the window
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
Eat The Fruit
and who's to say... maybe some tremor of what you called you may wield the sceptre instead of the pick and shovel on your next orbit but what you call you won't be there don't hope for that and should this trouble us? we're barely here when we're here we drive this highway our eyes fixed on the faraway horizon or shooting glances in the rearview while the low hanging fruit of the orchard whizzes by just outside the window
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44/M/Nevada
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
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