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With no color, I played
between red and blue spheres.
I planted a Symphony Orchestra,
planted my temple wit
different color spheres wit animals on thm.
the harmony of SPHERES
is a gun to your head
on your way down to nowhere, really.
harmonize wit all the animals on thm SPHERES.
Planting my Church at your temple
is nowhere, really; nowhere, really down
and out of reach, for a while;
really down at your temple,
my temple: your head.
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