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The spectrum of my eye sees this one color perhaps if I smile it would be less duller But I can't help but to sink into a sadness of this color when I see the rain drops on an easy Sunday morning With the drips and drops against my windowsill that outlooks to the dreary city Busy people passing, stepping over puddles The gloomy clouds over cast my apartment and I still wonder, if the sun is still shinning where ever you may be because it's certainy not in my eyes
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
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The spectrum of my eye sees this one color perhaps if I smile it would be less duller But I can't help but to sink into a sadness of this color when I see the rain drops on an easy Sunday morning With the drips and drops against my windowsill that outlooks to the dreary city Busy people passing, stepping over puddles The gloomy clouds over cast my apartment and I still wonder, if the sun is still shinning where ever you may be because it's certainy not in my eyes
I don't know how I feel about this one but enjoy. RIP to Mitch Lucker, forever a legend.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
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