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Brick barely coated in chipping white paint Across from a theater with red crushed velvet seats Green backyards & girls gripping beers A beamed basement, home of the mountain boy Not far from the teepee Brown wood as dark as his *** Ashy black woods where you gave me your sweatshirt And my blue hair turned gold Pale sun in bottles on his back porch In the orange glow of early summer Red blood drunkenly thrown away from a broken heart And the saddest color I've ever seen The color of something that could never be The color of you and me
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Colors In My Atlas
Brick barely coated in chipping white paint Across from a theater with red crushed velvet seats Green backyards & girls gripping beers A beamed basement, home of the mountain boy Not far from the teepee Brown wood as dark as his *** Ashy black woods where you gave me your sweatshirt And my blue hair turned gold Pale sun in bottles on his back porch In the orange glow of early summer Red blood drunkenly thrown away from a broken heart And the saddest color I've ever seen The color of something that could never be The color of you and me
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
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