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my heart is a bohemian its authenticity drips like a wet paintbrush clothing the worlds pale canvas with colours each colour is hated for its self reflection its outlook on this planet has brought the ones who roam it to look within for their inner quintessence. - t.m
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
attire (verse two)
my heart is a bohemian its authenticity drips like a wet paintbrush clothing the worlds pale canvas with colours each colour is hated for its self reflection its outlook on this planet has brought the ones who roam it to look within for their inner quintessence. - t.m
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Feb 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
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