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Scribble, scribble, let the pen Strike infinite scripts Of ancient runes in syncopatic grooves   Spilling my roots In open blends of hues Transfused and Transfixed in haze The truest fade It bade me to tip - toe Amongst hybrid visions Indigenous to the deepest blues The realest thing to me and you Is the mind and spirit... The mind and spirit... The reciprocal. The body. Peripheral.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
The Reciprocal.
Scribble, scribble, let the pen Strike infinite scripts Of ancient runes in syncopatic grooves   Spilling my roots In open blends of hues Transfused and Transfixed in haze The truest fade It bade me to tip - toe Amongst hybrid visions Indigenous to the deepest blues The realest thing to me and you Is the mind and spirit... The mind and spirit... The reciprocal. The body. Peripheral.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
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