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    It goes softly, but I don’t know.

    Unravels, uncoils, but I don’t know.

    Stones, bark, these sort of things

    they say are better.

    But I don’t know.

    When you grip the railing it shudders,

    you know it’s not built to last, but trust this feeble arm.

    Everyone’s got to trust something, find support…

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    — 1 year ago with 2 notes