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Flesh, blood and bone nothing more nothing less not a name, body pain or past an organism void of idealisms with blood rushing through of rivers vein H2o is the flow of body rain hearts turn to stone, programed drones perched above in egoic thrones break the trend and begin to mend so all the lost men can transend join the concousness, the state of aware purely awakened twisted vision upside down occular nerves spin it around weird to say the least it kinda makes ya wonder where the hell are my feets I seem stuck to ground like some strange beast a burdon a body an awkward cavity.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
Awkward Cavity
Flesh, blood and bone nothing more nothing less not a name, body pain or past an organism void of idealisms with blood rushing through of rivers vein H2o is the flow of body rain hearts turn to stone, programed drones perched above in egoic thrones break the trend and begin to mend so all the lost men can transend join the concousness, the state of aware purely awakened twisted vision upside down occular nerves spin it around weird to say the least it kinda makes ya wonder where the hell are my feets I seem stuck to ground like some strange beast a burdon a body an awkward cavity.
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Canadian
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
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