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Oct 2014
there's
a room full of lights,
but you're blinded
by the way your
eyes change from green
to blue, and the way your
body seems to bend
when you try to look
around you,
but your eyes aren't working
and neither is your soul,
if you keep on falling behind and
laughing at the lights on the wall.
this doesn't make sense??
Avery Greensmith
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Avery Greensmith
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