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the start of a seed with pure dirt nothing in disguise little things to water of the sky all we need to see it come alive a green stick of sour muscles spreading his love getting longer seeking for shade absolute light growing confident into pure luck Turning brown over time like the dirt you allmost came with getting circles for each end of time all the cycles to stiff blossom its mind making green fur not being naked and empty green veins of species all unique spreading love turning little green ***** covered in hair like a bald man opening up to be a beautiful gland pink shapes made of white material Can this be a blossom flower person human my life is catching up to nature nature just wants to please itself just like all the others the shallow region of the heart     a concept of living throughout or without you.
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
My Mind a Blossom in Time
the start of a seed with pure dirt nothing in disguise little things to water of the sky all we need to see it come alive a green stick of sour muscles spreading his love getting longer seeking for shade absolute light growing confident into pure luck Turning brown over time like the dirt you allmost came with getting circles for each end of time all the cycles to stiff blossom its mind making green fur not being naked and empty green veins of species all unique spreading love turning little green ***** covered in hair like a bald man opening up to be a beautiful gland pink shapes made of white material Can this be a blossom flower person human my life is catching up to nature nature just wants to please itself just like all the others the shallow region of the heart     a concept of living throughout or without you.
colin-wheeler
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South African
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
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