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Jan 2013
The tongue of my soul is of

An ancient ancestor of the Sun.

Who knows, like me, what he tastes like.

Dimensional ***.

Psychic energies.

Balance.

Nature.

Atomic gambol.

Time travel.

Color travel.

Enlightenment.

understanding.

wisdom.

I am the Sun.

The Black Sun.

The son.

The mud.

The dirt.

I am eternal life and eternal death.

-Arizona
Arizona Indigo
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   Timothy
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