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Somewhere between Sanatorium and Paradise it hit me -                                        how utterly free                             we are, so free                it's almost offensive. Caving and leaking, I bundle trust and decision at my side                                     (if only I were     capable of artless rhythm,                of give and take). For Freedom breeds athleticism                                       (listless,      its muscles atrophy the gauging of times            and seasons, the measure of pass and stow;                               slacken the meter                  of intention and desire to pool and settle as they grow.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
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Somewhere between Sanatorium and Paradise it hit me -                                        how utterly free                             we are, so free                it's almost offensive. Caving and leaking, I bundle trust and decision at my side                                     (if only I were     capable of artless rhythm,                of give and take). For Freedom breeds athleticism                                       (listless,      its muscles atrophy the gauging of times            and seasons, the measure of pass and stow;                               slacken the meter                  of intention and desire to pool and settle as they grow.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
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