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neither nightmare nor a dream stained in mauve are the back of my eyelids hued with olives floral fadings be i wash my crime off, one spatter at a time and erase any false pretenses. oh how i long for a canvas that's mine a pulse to be uphold with nails of luster to an empty museum dark and forlorn smile. flash. take heed. don't ask for more. preserve the art forever.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
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neither nightmare nor a dream stained in mauve are the back of my eyelids hued with olives floral fadings be i wash my crime off, one spatter at a time and erase any false pretenses. oh how i long for a canvas that's mine a pulse to be uphold with nails of luster to an empty museum dark and forlorn smile. flash. take heed. don't ask for more. preserve the art forever.
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
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