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The sinking of a stone,
The ripples spread for miles,
A single red balloon,
A child’s stretched out hand.
I watched it escape.
You’re provoking the sincere,
I would cut off my ear for you,
But the tide still approaches me,
But I cling to my, cling to my perch.
Are all these stars the holes from stray bullets?
Is this the turning point?
Is this the pivot in your life?
Do you get the feeling that you’re wasting your life?
Cling to your perch.
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