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with the gift of eyesight i was given, pupils to gaze from, with the corneas of a heathen. when he saw the iris's of one whose iris's are like those of iris's in meadow; vast and wondrous. he thought it was cataracts, but 'twas only a head-cold, deep in the mind, where the his cortex got cerebral, his gray matter gave colorful thoughts to a black & white consciousness, and was forever engraved into the brain of what was seen as a sane man who never staked his claim as a brain full of grayscale, but heart full of gold.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
grayscale.
with the gift of eyesight i was given, pupils to gaze from, with the corneas of a heathen. when he saw the iris's of one whose iris's are like those of iris's in meadow; vast and wondrous. he thought it was cataracts, but 'twas only a head-cold, deep in the mind, where the his cortex got cerebral, his gray matter gave colorful thoughts to a black & white consciousness, and was forever engraved into the brain of what was seen as a sane man who never staked his claim as a brain full of grayscale, but heart full of gold.
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Jul 6, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
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