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Apr 2015
Within the body strands worm in helix with the accordingly coded all embeded like the tiles ornate of a chapel. All things follow, all things innate. Mathmatical entropy, the time spent in wait, all subjective illusions bound by time and space. Molecular unions, my atomic configuration pulls magnetic. The body I'm in runs electric. The thoughts runnin' round dance on salts in an ocean too wide, were swimming in stride never to finish crossing to that other side. The one created inside of your mind. Your mind...
Ian Brian Summers
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