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The sun had set to the west and left behind warm strokes of red. I admired the finished work of art And noticed how my childhood was Painted with the same fleeting colors, Until all that remained was A blurry memory.
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
Painting my childhood
The sun had set to the west and left behind warm strokes of red. I admired the finished work of art And noticed how my childhood was Painted with the same fleeting colors, Until all that remained was A blurry memory.
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
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