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So I sit back in my freshly painted Living room. Neon yellow just didn't do it any More. That colour blind landlord Might actually have cost me a **** fine relationship. I'm painting over few, ugly fights, Intense passion, selfless love alike. White. It's a Gandalf-like rebirth, This coming back to myself. I sit smiling in my freshly painted Living room. Just some man Waiting to be asked why he's Grinning like that. I've painted every wall of my home The colour of canvas.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Colour of Canvas
So I sit back in my freshly painted Living room. Neon yellow just didn't do it any More. That colour blind landlord Might actually have cost me a **** fine relationship. I'm painting over few, ugly fights, Intense passion, selfless love alike. White. It's a Gandalf-like rebirth, This coming back to myself. I sit smiling in my freshly painted Living room. Just some man Waiting to be asked why he's Grinning like that. I've painted every wall of my home The colour of canvas.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
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