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alcove
alcove
i'm a mean green living machine
you are like a white crayon valuable with superseding other colors you show authority when no one else would and for you, my white crayon may i never stray away from objectives and may you always be simply a white crayon useless in the eyes of some, but when used in a correct manner you become infinite.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
(white crayon blues)
where are you someone in the midst of oblivion somewhere i can't see from the beady perception from my lucid judgement where are you "i wish you would appear" beyond my pain beyond my inclinations i feel compelled to tell you i'm doing just fine the waves surround me like you never did
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
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