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She’s rosy Or ice cold Jealous and envious In bright shades of green Changing every second She can’t make up her mind Flickering from one thought to the next Moods shifting and sliding Through bipolar extremes Arctic ideas Swirl in her head She sings In an eerie lament Listen She paints her world Across the sky The emotion shows transparently Not hiding the vivid red anger Or the tender deep ocean pain Her soul is clear, Untouched, and easy to read Moving and running through the night Flying brushstrokes unleashed in the darkness Brighter than flames The reckless fire burns higher Reaching the stars Atmospheres away No longer hidden By the harsh light of day
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
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She’s rosy Or ice cold Jealous and envious In bright shades of green Changing every second She can’t make up her mind Flickering from one thought to the next Moods shifting and sliding Through bipolar extremes Arctic ideas Swirl in her head She sings In an eerie lament Listen She paints her world Across the sky The emotion shows transparently Not hiding the vivid red anger Or the tender deep ocean pain Her soul is clear, Untouched, and easy to read Moving and running through the night Flying brushstrokes unleashed in the darkness Brighter than flames The reckless fire burns higher Reaching the stars Atmospheres away No longer hidden By the harsh light of day
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Canadian
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
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