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dust and broken glass an asthmatic's anathema for a carpet on top of rotting wood turning green at the edges must be envy of the holes that light wont seem to pass through it drifts lazily through the half boarded windows getting duller and duller by the minute a few paint chips get tired of the ceiling and jump towards the creaking floor smoke drifts to comfort the once white paint you could say it's falling apart a cigarette burn joins the rest of the stains on what used to be a couch and some *** soaked glass shards join what was a window
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
they told me to paint a picture so I set the canvas on fire
dust and broken glass an asthmatic's anathema for a carpet on top of rotting wood turning green at the edges must be envy of the holes that light wont seem to pass through it drifts lazily through the half boarded windows getting duller and duller by the minute a few paint chips get tired of the ceiling and jump towards the creaking floor smoke drifts to comfort the once white paint you could say it's falling apart a cigarette burn joins the rest of the stains on what used to be a couch and some *** soaked glass shards join what was a window
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
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