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Your mind will never be free. A smog of emotion, you, and me pollutes perfection; a strong conviction for x, y, or z makes truth hum vaguely. Fear and the whole **** mess skews secret subconsciousness Confounding our dirt perfection, our galaxy-star-dust-energy-affection.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
Star Dust in Birth and Death
Your mind will never be free. A smog of emotion, you, and me pollutes perfection; a strong conviction for x, y, or z makes truth hum vaguely. Fear and the whole **** mess skews secret subconsciousness Confounding our dirt perfection, our galaxy-star-dust-energy-affection.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
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