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Dip your poets brush in words give me the east wind the smell of snow beneath my feet heavy yellow summer heat splashing rain upon a roof sketch me proof, or lies, or pain draw me a sound I will not hear again paint me a picture, for the things my eyes cannot see
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
Poets Brush
Dip your poets brush in words give me the east wind the smell of snow beneath my feet heavy yellow summer heat splashing rain upon a roof sketch me proof, or lies, or pain draw me a sound I will not hear again paint me a picture, for the things my eyes cannot see
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
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