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Oh, Wood!

lunes, 16 de septiembre de 2013

Never be sure
drifting apart where we belong
not belong anywhere, nonethelesss,
'cause we don't let it grow and be life.

Never be sure
walking away from the clear, clean path
that they put on our shoulders.

Look behind, 
keep off the ground where we lay
never be sure
of know nothing
beyond the palm of your hand. 







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