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You can see the lines mapped on the old tribesmen's face, You can see his whole life by a tropical indigenous smile, You can see all the love he's given through medicine, ritual, and spiritual implantations!!! See the lines on his face go north and south, Yet either way you map it, You can see the lost city of gold lying beneathe his ancient pupils!
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
lost city of gold
You can see the lines mapped on the old tribesmen's face, You can see his whole life by a tropical indigenous smile, You can see all the love he's given through medicine, ritual, and spiritual implantations!!! See the lines on his face go north and south, Yet either way you map it, You can see the lost city of gold lying beneathe his ancient pupils!
brandon-nagley
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
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