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He’s disembodied Lives solely in his head — His dance is chalk against a board His feet are autopsied and tagged “dead” — Science is His beacon His faith His love His life. But what good is just a mind full of formulas When not mindful or exposed to other arts? Appreciation stems from sentiment Making subject hierarchy harassment.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
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He’s disembodied Lives solely in his head — His dance is chalk against a board His feet are autopsied and tagged “dead” — Science is His beacon His faith His love His life. But what good is just a mind full of formulas When not mindful or exposed to other arts? Appreciation stems from sentiment Making subject hierarchy harassment.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
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