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close your eyes and think every part of you is slightly moving that white light that infects us all that white light that is the side effect of consciousness that electric current reaches every horizon of your spine and down through the thighs it laces your rib cage with ribbons and insulates your brain our matter is priceless foam full of reality leaving space for fantasy our matter is a strategic trick to make us think there is nothing more than this our soul is our blood
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
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close your eyes and think every part of you is slightly moving that white light that infects us all that white light that is the side effect of consciousness that electric current reaches every horizon of your spine and down through the thighs it laces your rib cage with ribbons and insulates your brain our matter is priceless foam full of reality leaving space for fantasy our matter is a strategic trick to make us think there is nothing more than this our soul is our blood
delilah7n
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
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