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Alli

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

29 poems·Since May 2013
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When the Sphinx Comes to Play

May 20, 2013
i had a dream that a sphinx came to me as i slept WHAT HAS FOUR LEGS IN THE MORNING TWO LEGS AT NOON AND THREE LEGS IN THE EVENING? i knew a human, a human, a human WHAT HAS FOUR LEGS IN THE MORNING FOUR LEGS AT NOON AND FOUR LEGS IN THE EVENING? it's okay to crawl when one cannot walk. EXCUSES! EXCUSES! THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY IF ONE REMEMBERS THERE ARE RUNNERS AROUND THEM. and then it was gone and i was surrounded once again.
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