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Sep 2014
It's a velvet underground, sprouted with sunflowers.
The dirt ground between my toes, the sensation of flying with the clouds.
It's on the rise, growing inside

Vines root around this vessel I call life, clinging to the moment where all dreams come to die.
To time infinite color subsides, oneness is on the rise, growing, flourishing inside.
Jay G
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Jay G
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