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Sep 2014
When I think of the future,
I think of you.
Fiercely red, bold against my own neutral tones.
Your chiseled edges,
keep me from pure comfort.
You'll be the black sheep.
The muse to artistic eyes
Oh dear red brick,
be harsh,
be the chaos in my delicate life.
Payton
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Payton  27/F
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