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Habits, are not the self Customs, laws, nationalities are not the self Conventions, language, vision, taste are not the self The rolling Georgian hills, the Himalayas The western Rockies, the eastern Smokeys The northern forested Canadian home of the white bear The White Cliffed Isle, the frozen Red Gulag The cities clogged with motion, the empty vast stretches the round, wet, green, globe circumferenced, the stars are not the self The perishables are not the self
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
The Song of Not Self
Habits, are not the self Customs, laws, nationalities are not the self Conventions, language, vision, taste are not the self The rolling Georgian hills, the Himalayas The western Rockies, the eastern Smokeys The northern forested Canadian home of the white bear The White Cliffed Isle, the frozen Red Gulag The cities clogged with motion, the empty vast stretches the round, wet, green, globe circumferenced, the stars are not the self The perishables are not the self
mark-wanless
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
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