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DO YOU SUPPOSE SHE’S A WILDFLOWER?

One of those meant to be free They say if you follow her when she wonders you’ll find her talking to trees She’s one of those mysterious souls, always lost inside herself Contemplating matters of existence, dreaming of metaphysical wealth A place of paradise, where all is free of pain A space that flourishes with the manically insane A collection of minds feeding off debauchery A gathering of souls to rebel the hypocrisy   Armed with a mind full of soldiers, ready to win this war of expression She knows it’s up to her to lead free the life she’s destined
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Oct 7, 2011
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