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"Shifting Tiles" by Tracer

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Everything I've known,
Or grown to be a part of,
Seems to be slipping away.
Vaseline on my hands
Gripping at a nothingness,
Letting me fall back into place.

When did the ground move?
No continental shift I was aware of
Occurred while I slumbered.

-there are-
no canonic laws I can follow,
[I’m so lost]




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On Saturday March 27th, 2004, An Expired Member (19) writes:
this is very true...and I relate


On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, batman nipples (2256) writes:
I like the format, and I like the fact that I can relate. Magnificent.


On Tuesday March 23rd, 2004, AlluringDescent_darkbride (763) writes:
I know this feeling well. Being lost and not even knowing how you became lost. Excellent but sad write.


On Saturday March 20th, 2004, Lynaes (1109) writes:
An amazing expression of losing grip, losing security and ending up not knowing where to go, what to go. Awesome write, Tracer. ~L


On Sunday March 21st, 2004, Tracer (140) writes:
Thank you Lyn, that means a lot...^vTracerv^



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