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Dec 2015
A massless squig
He existed before he thought
"I am"
He drives the mobile around.
The shapes of his thoughts and dreams
Form the initial conditions
And everything
Is an echo
Brujo Alligatore
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Brujo Alligatore  EW,NH
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