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I heard you whispering through the empty door-frame Seeking sleep from your desired lover, unchanged and the same the twilight years of life, are they anything like the twilight zone? Perhaps the alzheimers leads to a quantum close and mirrors float like seperated identities, I let the spirit into me Sentient flow comes with a pill of Gingko biloba The oval Mandala SWEEPS me up! Back in the circle of the SANSKIRT gumption Carved like a pumpkin, that's sumthin if you're thumpin Loud Loud Loud enough.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
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I heard you whispering through the empty door-frame Seeking sleep from your desired lover, unchanged and the same the twilight years of life, are they anything like the twilight zone? Perhaps the alzheimers leads to a quantum close and mirrors float like seperated identities, I let the spirit into me Sentient flow comes with a pill of Gingko biloba The oval Mandala SWEEPS me up! Back in the circle of the SANSKIRT gumption Carved like a pumpkin, that's sumthin if you're thumpin Loud Loud Loud enough.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
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