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Mar 2018
Done up in smoke.
Sticky, sweet, smooth.
A waxy coating for the soul. 
Bask in the frequency that grants freedom.
For the moment.
It's an odd space to be in.
Learning of freedom.
Watching the faces and hearts of experiences past. 
A time line, collapsed. 
Torched.
JfingHendrix
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