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Take the lowest common denominator, |
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The tiniest grain of sand. |
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Like the first digit of our fingers |
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Points back to the whole hand. |
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Follow the spear flight |
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Hurled with any lateral |
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Throw it on the clifftop |
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Weaves over the battle |
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Pill of wax descending the candle |
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Late at night, |
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You'd feel a rise at this mantle |
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The catalyst or the detonator |
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The place where it all again |
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The bottom floor of the elevator, |
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The grandfather of the middleman. |
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Follow the spear flight |
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Hurled with any lateral |
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Throw it on the clifftop |
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Weaves over the battle |
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Pill of wax descending the candle |
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Late at night, |
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You'd feel a rise at this mantle |
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Waxing givers |
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Slip between the sheets of minds. |
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Rosetta stone |
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Like the skeleton |
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Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone |
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Follow the spear flight |
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Hurled with any lateral |
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Throw it on the clifftop |
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Weaves over the battle |
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Pill of wax descending the candle |
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Late at night, |
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You'd feel a rise at this mantle |
