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The constant fray of human madness The everlasting stream of grey The scarce glimpses of color The people,the grey, the uniform blandness The shuffling around on the sure path Not being aware of the color Only thinking about the unpierced perfect sphere The colors,the hues,the startling difference The souls seeing past their eyes Staring at the colors Thinking about the stars Never will they mix Never will the uniform become different Never will the color become uniform Ever stable the sphere Everlasting the stars
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
this world
The constant fray of human madness The everlasting stream of grey The scarce glimpses of color The people,the grey, the uniform blandness The shuffling around on the sure path Not being aware of the color Only thinking about the unpierced perfect sphere The colors,the hues,the startling difference The souls seeing past their eyes Staring at the colors Thinking about the stars Never will they mix Never will the uniform become different Never will the color become uniform Ever stable the sphere Everlasting the stars
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
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