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I stand in a cave where I can't feel my feet, There's no room for the brave or thoughts of defeat. I reside here alone though all can be felt, Harder than bone but to touch is to melt. Nothing can be had in this place that I dwell, It's driving me mad but it's swell so oh well.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Grasping at straws
I stand in a cave where I can't feel my feet, There's no room for the brave or thoughts of defeat. I reside here alone though all can be felt, Harder than bone but to touch is to melt. Nothing can be had in this place that I dwell, It's driving me mad but it's swell so oh well.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
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