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Done up in smoke. Sticky, sweet, smooth. A waxy coating for the soul.  Bask in the frequency that grants freedom. For the moment. It's an odd space to be in. Learning of freedom. Watching the faces and hearts of experiences past.  A time line, collapsed.  Torched.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Jfingology
Done up in smoke. Sticky, sweet, smooth. A waxy coating for the soul.  Bask in the frequency that grants freedom. For the moment. It's an odd space to be in. Learning of freedom. Watching the faces and hearts of experiences past.  A time line, collapsed.  Torched.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
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