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I wanna be like smoke, visible space Go wherever the wind blow, never move to a digital pace Disintegrate into eternity, i rise with the heat Im atmosphere made physical taste, similar traits Of symbols of saints, integral shapes, n intervals grace My mythical space, awake, await my individual fate A simple, single, singal, crinkles like a wrinkle...Learn More