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Stones

Stones keep finding their target. I'm the chosen one. I'm the only one that breaks this time. Let's start tracking what's honest. I must be painted red and white. Stones keep breaking a promise. I'm the vagabond. I'm the moving disk to meet your throw. Let's keep points on the hardest, you keep on slinging at my bones. I keep sounding alarmist. I like to complain. I should like it when I break. I'm not staying to watch this, when everyone brings the rain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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