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Oct 2015
Earth, my visceral friend,
Vapid nature, mother tongues.
Spin around in virtuous form.
Contoured landscapes, there's no escape from gravity and scientific theories -
Stay clear of the scorn.

Foreign sands expose the driftwood,
Steer clear of the storm young one.
Amphibious beginnings,
Cold cold heart.
A thousands explosions,
Taken back to the start.
Got Guanxi
Written by
Got Guanxi  London - England
(London - England)   
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