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As she drove in her dilapidated car, She took note; Grey skies, Like her heart. Asymmetrical homes, Perfectly mowed lawns. Loss of creativity, Creativity still lives. Fruitless surroundings fed the fruitless heart. The lack of boldness caused her to be bold, And caused her to drive as far away as possible. -cs
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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As she drove in her dilapidated car, She took note; Grey skies, Like her heart. Asymmetrical homes, Perfectly mowed lawns. Loss of creativity, Creativity still lives. Fruitless surroundings fed the fruitless heart. The lack of boldness caused her to be bold, And caused her to drive as far away as possible. -cs
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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