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Is this a pursuit of the mind or a pursuit of the soul The dichotomy becomes more clear as maturity takes hold One Is eternal, one is terminal Held back in the temple of a sweat drenched ape Of what temple is my corpse Of what god so boldly speaks This temple of mine is nothing but a grave A fester *** of ill intent and unhealthy impulsivity My sentence structure has degraded along with my health
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Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
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Is this a pursuit of the mind or a pursuit of the soul The dichotomy becomes more clear as maturity takes hold One Is eternal, one is terminal Held back in the temple of a sweat drenched ape Of what temple is my corpse Of what god so boldly speaks This temple of mine is nothing but a grave A fester *** of ill intent and unhealthy impulsivity My sentence structure has degraded along with my health
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Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
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