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Colors
little blue
biig pink
they rush through him
there they flow through his sorrow filled eyes
he shakes waiting wanting
to be normal
but how are we to say
that he is not normal
that he has gone round the bend...
but he sitll waits
till there is nothing
biig pink
they rush through him
there they flow through his sorrow filled eyes
he shakes waiting wanting
to be normal
but how are we to say
that he is not normal
that he has gone round the bend...
but he sitll waits
till there is nothing
Published 29th Nov 2012
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29th Mar 2013 4:54pm
whoever your writing about it seems so real and mythical! Keep up the great story!
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