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Off The Stones
I get unreal, that's not true
Touching piles of rock
Ordinary stacks that call themselves
Church, Temple, House..
I get outside of this dream of flight
Standing on the face of walls
My feet remain alive
I am not bird or bug
This heart can still call home
My voice is not listening alone
The cage of my skin won't crack
Yet doesn't hold me in
So far I lose track of stones
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