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The seed senses A moment where the clouds turn right angles and the ocean turns herself into a bath tub After the moon runs her cycles all in one night the systems reorganize themselves And we are swung, eyes grasping just barely at the vastness of this eloquent dance under the pull of a surrender owning the ludicrous living. observer come , gather at this silence flow slowly as this meanders full moon love is delicate tender ask , receive , thank , release rinse, imbibe ,  rest , release receive laugh shake shake laugh give, allow be.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
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The seed senses A moment where the clouds turn right angles and the ocean turns herself into a bath tub After the moon runs her cycles all in one night the systems reorganize themselves And we are swung, eyes grasping just barely at the vastness of this eloquent dance under the pull of a surrender owning the ludicrous living. observer come , gather at this silence flow slowly as this meanders full moon love is delicate tender ask , receive , thank , release rinse, imbibe ,  rest , release receive laugh shake shake laugh give, allow be.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
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