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A corn maize for dreams,
I am lost in a variety of tents,
Dispatched in a series of enigmas,
Tips received in exchange for cleansed..
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The winter waft lies inside,
While blue and gray fall in place,
All my twinge turns to gain,
Today where the amorous embrace,
The existence thrivi..
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creative thought process
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up too late sinking into thought
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a song i wrote for my band. mind you its meant to be screamed/growled/roared.
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Of All Trains of Thought This is least incomprehensible to my own mind
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fresh off the cranium
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written: Monday, February 12, 2007
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written: Tuesday, September 26, 2006
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written: Monday, November 13, 2006
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