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December 5, 2014, 9:21PM

by @moonlight-blossom

Paint splatter on my walls There is nothing but the drips that fall My mind races to see its colors but there is nothing but the wet coatings No trivial guess or awesome gloating can be found from my walls only desperate wondering and empty spots needing to be filled once its done all I can do is hope one day that I can see the colors
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