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Blue is a prevalent color you can find it almost anywhere at any and every turn you can spot the color blue almost immediately, within 3ft feet of you. Is this the product of mans moodiness? Are we that trapped and burdened with strife that we paint the color blue incessantly, unconsciously? Or is it the appeal? Are we that attracted to our own madness? To the point we wear it on our heads on our arms and on our legs. Screaming with sirens of societies ennui . The mind of many meld with angst and warfare in self, bombs away with blues. Does the blues find man or does man find, the blues?
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Blues
Blue is a prevalent color you can find it almost anywhere at any and every turn you can spot the color blue almost immediately, within 3ft feet of you. Is this the product of mans moodiness? Are we that trapped and burdened with strife that we paint the color blue incessantly, unconsciously? Or is it the appeal? Are we that attracted to our own madness? To the point we wear it on our heads on our arms and on our legs. Screaming with sirens of societies ennui . The mind of many meld with angst and warfare in self, bombs away with blues. Does the blues find man or does man find, the blues?
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
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