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A conduit for snake eyes languidly grazing minds in open space. I want to give you a Machiavellian makeover: fill your head with dreams of self success at the detriment of progress. The process to use each person in succession. The regression to our inner lizard mind Remind me how to be human again Im slipping on the cloud of self love Forgetting the love around me Let me come back to ground, my mind sound In tune around the static electricity
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
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A conduit for snake eyes languidly grazing minds in open space. I want to give you a Machiavellian makeover: fill your head with dreams of self success at the detriment of progress. The process to use each person in succession. The regression to our inner lizard mind Remind me how to be human again Im slipping on the cloud of self love Forgetting the love around me Let me come back to ground, my mind sound In tune around the static electricity
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
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