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freedom’s just a little bit higher now above countertops & just beyond kitchen sinks - I am (r)evolution:                                     everyday a transformation                                     another quick decision to choose to be or maybe be.. or not be at all.. we all have a choice & a voice that can carry us so far past the paths that have long been carved in familiar grounds                           stones line up these earth veins in a way that we’ll never forget                                                 how we even got here in the first place (..but I don’t remember that part very well right now..) my shadow is a sphere it’s right here & I know you can see it too three screams to be heard:                                    my head to my voice                                                                        my voice to yours                                                                        & yours right back to mine again.. let’s forget the highways just for a second             & remember that so long ago, we didn’t have             to follow any carved paths..
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
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freedom’s just a little bit higher now above countertops & just beyond kitchen sinks - I am (r)evolution:                                     everyday a transformation                                     another quick decision to choose to be or maybe be.. or not be at all.. we all have a choice & a voice that can carry us so far past the paths that have long been carved in familiar grounds                           stones line up these earth veins in a way that we’ll never forget                                                 how we even got here in the first place (..but I don’t remember that part very well right now..) my shadow is a sphere it’s right here & I know you can see it too three screams to be heard:                                    my head to my voice                                                                        my voice to yours                                                                        & yours right back to mine again.. let’s forget the highways just for a second             & remember that so long ago, we didn’t have             to follow any carved paths..
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
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