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I never knew solace Till I heard the ripple- Paint me your best picture Sing me your finest tune Sculpt me the most glorious of statues- It won't even get close That page ripple Swings through Fills me with color Chills my bones Lasts for hours Turns me into an insomniac But why would I mind? **** it spices up the night Not even a shot of whiskey Could compare- No amount of smoke You see when it's hard to cope I return here And since every day Something inconvenient happens I'm back here every night Jesus Christ... All of this From a ******* book!
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
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I never knew solace Till I heard the ripple- Paint me your best picture Sing me your finest tune Sculpt me the most glorious of statues- It won't even get close That page ripple Swings through Fills me with color Chills my bones Lasts for hours Turns me into an insomniac But why would I mind? **** it spices up the night Not even a shot of whiskey Could compare- No amount of smoke You see when it's hard to cope I return here And since every day Something inconvenient happens I'm back here every night Jesus Christ... All of this From a ******* book!
james-ellis
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
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