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I'm an infant crawling with unformed senses from arm to arm ready to be mystified if I knew the meaning of the word Feeling the curves and dimensions of the world of its curious things with lips and fumbling fingers Green as a rye mold and my dreams are hallucinations brought on by its consumption
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May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
Green as a rye mold, baby
I'm an infant crawling with unformed senses from arm to arm ready to be mystified if I knew the meaning of the word Feeling the curves and dimensions of the world of its curious things with lips and fumbling fingers Green as a rye mold and my dreams are hallucinations brought on by its consumption
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May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
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