The Devil’s lettuce tastes like cold hard cash. Like a Phoenix we ride through the ash. But where will we find balance? Maybe — We’ll find inner guidance. We speak so vividly. It might be hard to realize we’re a symphony. With a little bit of sympathy. We might even realize our true infinty.
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Ride as a Phoenix
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