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Submitted:Mar 21, 2012 Reads: 6 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
the mind is a wild whirling dervish
fond of conclusion and purpose
seeking through eyes of pyro-ish
id dissolves itself for stage remorse.
a though so hot twice catches flame
erupts the curiosity of shoulders and feet
there be its destiny, creatively in the streets
the inner child and local culture meet.
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