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The smell of paint drying makes me feel that I am not dying In the oily compounds you can find something profound As the paint sets there are no regrets For the brush strokes I laid down are to be my own crown
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
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The smell of paint drying makes me feel that I am not dying In the oily compounds you can find something profound As the paint sets there are no regrets For the brush strokes I laid down are to be my own crown
lisa-gray
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
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