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Faded blue floral, Wind rolled steam, Tired legs with bruises from a time not of remembrance, In-depth Indigo soul, How to cleanse what soap cannot touch? Stained of liquor burnt impulse shared in the youth of another.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
In-depth indigo soul
Faded blue floral, Wind rolled steam, Tired legs with bruises from a time not of remembrance, In-depth Indigo soul, How to cleanse what soap cannot touch? Stained of liquor burnt impulse shared in the youth of another.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
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