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Sometimes the world comes too close Swinging less gently trying to crack my skull with its earthern armor Take over my black holes and fill with tree roots and wormholes, dirt. The soil that will cover my casket. I need air.
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Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
world invading
Sometimes the world comes too close Swinging less gently trying to crack my skull with its earthern armor Take over my black holes and fill with tree roots and wormholes, dirt. The soil that will cover my casket. I need air.
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grace-bryson
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
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