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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
OnTheRadio
Is it the streets? or perhaps its electricity, sophisticated machines and their secret activities.. My proximity to all these things is as close as my own skin. I cry sometimes when I'm not free, until I realize I'm under the sea and all it takes is a trip up the surface for that breath of air. and I'm free to swim again.
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That Moog bubbles up, takes it to an unclenching of the chest as sorrow cries below.
Appreciate yoou blogging this
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