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Canvas sits in dim lit cars While silver trails into the stars My pipe breathes just beneath the seat Where art and people meet.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
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Canvas sits in dim lit cars While silver trails into the stars My pipe breathes just beneath the seat Where art and people meet.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
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