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I'm Singing and Consciousness is on the Drums


Bump and bop and knock then stop. It’s a rhythmic beat to reap the sleep and see what’s been shown, not meet what’s been known over and over again, just changing how it flows from pen to pen or mind to mind. Just mind the edges and don’t fall off, but conquer those hedges secluding Truth, hung aloft up above for all to see, and perceive Love, shoved beneath and stomped under feet, but breathing and needing our attention, undivided and whole— a beckoning to our eternal soul. -Ryan K. Fuller
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tellmewho
<p>Dope as hell good balance here</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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