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Depends upon the day, the place The amount of light through the southern panes Based upon the subtle shades Around my neck and through my veins Rolled up like sleeves, a comfort to me With a crisp cold lip and a floor wiped clean Oh, yes There is no step close enough to see But it depends upon such things as these The none, the less, the purpose of me
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
The Color of My Heart
Depends upon the day, the place The amount of light through the southern panes Based upon the subtle shades Around my neck and through my veins Rolled up like sleeves, a comfort to me With a crisp cold lip and a floor wiped clean Oh, yes There is no step close enough to see But it depends upon such things as these The none, the less, the purpose of me
colmistoirm
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
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