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Hold Rock

Hold Rock

Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?

You take me for me, accept that I have problems.

And understand.

Will that understanding destroy you?

Will that be a plateau of levellity?

Perfect stability, eye of the storm.

 

What of you?

 

Do you actually notice me?

I bought her two nice tops and she left me by text message.

 

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