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In the next second, one eye closed... A body was planted On our street. We're all so busy, and petty, and in a huge rush. In a different light, the life turned purple, and than black. It stays black, until washed away by the same people who take out our trash. It makes me wonder Are all of our imminent corpse just garbage waiting to be picked up?
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
The Surreal End
In the next second, one eye closed... A body was planted On our street. We're all so busy, and petty, and in a huge rush. In a different light, the life turned purple, and than black. It stays black, until washed away by the same people who take out our trash. It makes me wonder Are all of our imminent corpse just garbage waiting to be picked up?
avondale-kendja
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
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