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Oct 2016
Dreaming about rising tides.
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There are worlds inside my head
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I see symbols of the 7 elements I have met.

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It started at the beach
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I feel the sand on my feet the tide rises then retreats. .
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Now I suddenly appear in a train the reign of metal helps me meditate for I am relaxed and sane. Nothing can depress me not even this officer trying to arrest me for I know how to play the beat
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I give out a confident settled laugh I walk pass an officer who is trying to arrest me I said How Ochosi? Then I made a beat on the wall as if it was drums repeating my chant he leaves with a trance
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I see rivers rising an arabic women dressed in orange and purple
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Her hugs are the tornadoes that cut you.
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
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