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sadness how could I ever forsake the sacred? indeed child sometimes we seem to forget where we come from on our way to where we are our current plans for tomorrow i never forgot i just didn't always remember. stigmas of the past social tap dance transgressions left me aghast; mouth agape confused marinating it never mattered, nothing did. that was the motto life long LSD lessons to follow at times not adequate others still so hollow make room for others and make room for tomorrow
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 2:28 PM UTC
sipping diner coffee with swollen lips
sadness how could I ever forsake the sacred? indeed child sometimes we seem to forget where we come from on our way to where we are our current plans for tomorrow i never forgot i just didn't always remember. stigmas of the past social tap dance transgressions left me aghast; mouth agape confused marinating it never mattered, nothing did. that was the motto life long LSD lessons to follow at times not adequate others still so hollow make room for others and make room for tomorrow
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