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Sometimes if you stand really still you can see we're all losing our grip on the world. death by death see where the line between human and ghost begins; human flesh turns into dead ice cold skin. cut by cut see when they become so light that gravity cannot hold them down. earth to earth and they drift away, weightness since they have no hope to weigh them down. dust to dust
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
drift away
Sometimes if you stand really still you can see we're all losing our grip on the world. death by death see where the line between human and ghost begins; human flesh turns into dead ice cold skin. cut by cut see when they become so light that gravity cannot hold them down. earth to earth and they drift away, weightness since they have no hope to weigh them down. dust to dust
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
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