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I'm not an artist but I've opened up galleries with your name painted all over the walls they're a souvenir encoded in brush strokes of downward spirals and rose tinted tunnel vision the lights are blaring and my sight is blurred by tears and the street lamp flickers, almost sympathetically a street lamp can understand, so why can't you?
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
street lamp
I'm not an artist but I've opened up galleries with your name painted all over the walls they're a souvenir encoded in brush strokes of downward spirals and rose tinted tunnel vision the lights are blaring and my sight is blurred by tears and the street lamp flickers, almost sympathetically a street lamp can understand, so why can't you?
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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