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My body an instrument out of tune-- sour green apple notes sliced, brown. Wound too tight like, clenching coal in my fists. Worried about doing, not being bebop unwinding red roads            let the wings         stretch                    every breath        honey cloud dusk musk...         jazzzzz buzzzzzzing king bee                             s                          w                             i                          n                       g                        i                      n                         g vines wild hair hippie tarzan vibe sssssinging sssssnake ssssssongs sssssssshattering sssssimulacrum  sssssociety      with           a              firey                      lunar                        mane singing        compassionate christ hymns                                of the 3 beating hearts                              glowing stardust rhythm pulsing anahata nova lava drip dropping third-eye  s e e d s s e e i n g i & i embracing the wholly holy flow                  of                 it is               we are.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Tuning the Heartstrings
My body an instrument out of tune-- sour green apple notes sliced, brown. Wound too tight like, clenching coal in my fists. Worried about doing, not being bebop unwinding red roads            let the wings         stretch                    every breath        honey cloud dusk musk...         jazzzzz buzzzzzzing king bee                             s                          w                             i                          n                       g                        i                      n                         g vines wild hair hippie tarzan vibe sssssinging sssssnake ssssssongs sssssssshattering sssssimulacrum  sssssociety      with           a              firey                      lunar                        mane singing        compassionate christ hymns                                of the 3 beating hearts                              glowing stardust rhythm pulsing anahata nova lava drip dropping third-eye  s e e d s s e e i n g i & i embracing the wholly holy flow                  of                 it is               we are.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
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