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*Inside a head that lays on red pillows are thoughts of chaos. Old and new, bright and dark. And when hollow eyes look at bland ceilings under soft moonlight, the chaos gets a little neater.*
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Dark Runs Out
*Inside a head that lays on red pillows are thoughts of chaos. Old and new, bright and dark. And when hollow eyes look at bland ceilings under soft moonlight, the chaos gets a little neater.*
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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