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Sep 21, 2007
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Rocks
Sitting in my box.
Standing upon rocks.
Still… I roam.
I know… no home.
Sitting upon my throne.
Standing alone I crone.
Still… I roam.
I know… no home.
Warry of fate.
There is no more hate.
Still… I roam.
I know… no home.
Sitting in my box.
These are my rocks.
Still... I roam.
I know... no home.
Stranded in my box.
Still... I roam.
Where are my rocks?
I know... no home.
— Tuttey, Sep 21, 2007
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IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
A chunk of concrete I know not what to do with
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
When we hit concrete
Tuttey
18 years 8 months ago
I stutter then start, stutter and start.
Calliope
18 years 8 months ago
Someday
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