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Apr 2016
how is it to feel?
and have it all be real
how is it you woe?
and not let people know
How is it you paint?
With those red colors that make you faint
Why is it I care?
you tell me not to, and that's not fair
After all the things we've been through
Why wont you let me paint too?
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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