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if I quote great “minds” or utter a singular word about my own tell me to hide under a rock   shun me with silence   ignore my proclamations throw stones at me     I will eat my insects skitter through the cacti forests   without regard for trudging truth   or the liquid lies of the high born   I will dodge the thorns   let my blood boil in the searing sun   mate without wily wooing I will be other than thee,     a grit dirt dweller   a hisser, blissfully unaware, I hope
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
the place lizards go to die
if I quote great “minds” or utter a singular word about my own tell me to hide under a rock   shun me with silence   ignore my proclamations throw stones at me     I will eat my insects skitter through the cacti forests   without regard for trudging truth   or the liquid lies of the high born   I will dodge the thorns   let my blood boil in the searing sun   mate without wily wooing I will be other than thee,     a grit dirt dweller   a hisser, blissfully unaware, I hope
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
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