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Do you live in the wilderness?
I grow weary of city folk.
I want to learn to tell time with my nostrils...
I want to watch the moon set between my toes...
I want to fall soundly asleep between the cries of the crickettes...
And drift off into a polished night of an onyx orb
and watch starlight drip like sweat through the pimples of oblivion...
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