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I've finally come in terms And this gaping hole's closing up Quicksand's hardening 'neath my feet Where I was trapped waist up. Breathe it in, at what cost? Gush it out, unfused No war was lost The knives are left unused
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
nothing's a lost, or found. or there at all
I've finally come in terms And this gaping hole's closing up Quicksand's hardening 'neath my feet Where I was trapped waist up. Breathe it in, at what cost? Gush it out, unfused No war was lost The knives are left unused
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
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