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It's like being reborn As the parts of you die That you never needed To see the whole truth In a radiant sky It's a breath of fresh air As you exhale the fumes Of emotional engines Converting the smog To utopian blooms It's freeing the mind   To its limitless bounds By tasting the breeze   While wafting the trees' Synethesia sounds It's the coolest dude ever New kid on the block As he's walkin' the talk Of a boy wonder rockin' His cuckoo mind clock It's like stepping outside Of yourself to reflect On the blank screens of life That you must unplug To then reconnect It's unlocking the powers Of all life on Mars   Through opening portals Transcending dimensions And fusing with stars It's a rebel alliance Promethean flames Socializing like Che As Robin Hood's playin' His own hunger games It's light as a feather And still tons of fun It can all be made real With just a few words On the tip of my tongue
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
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It's like being reborn As the parts of you die That you never needed To see the whole truth In a radiant sky It's a breath of fresh air As you exhale the fumes Of emotional engines Converting the smog To utopian blooms It's freeing the mind   To its limitless bounds By tasting the breeze   While wafting the trees' Synethesia sounds It's the coolest dude ever New kid on the block As he's walkin' the talk Of a boy wonder rockin' His cuckoo mind clock It's like stepping outside Of yourself to reflect On the blank screens of life That you must unplug To then reconnect It's unlocking the powers Of all life on Mars   Through opening portals Transcending dimensions And fusing with stars It's a rebel alliance Promethean flames Socializing like Che As Robin Hood's playin' His own hunger games It's light as a feather And still tons of fun It can all be made real With just a few words On the tip of my tongue
michael-marchese
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
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