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Shrooming in the last light Gold ignites the trees My gaze is the eternal compass Of broken Time Truth grapples with my mind As I photosynthesize in the residues, The residues of the last light.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Beautiful Fungi
Shrooming in the last light Gold ignites the trees My gaze is the eternal compass Of broken Time Truth grapples with my mind As I photosynthesize in the residues, The residues of the last light.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
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