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Friday, February 24, 2017

Circuits. Every time the pin is pulled a hand wraps around mine The grenade becomes an apple the pin the stalk. I am blown back on course. +- If I wake and see as clear as those who take the morning light In doses that appear to be excessive. The clarity is bright The inner force is primed, the... Sign in to see full entry.

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