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righter written down all my weathery carousel personalities get a spin at the roulette pen pushing chorus into distillation dipping 10,000 toes into spectrumland while I feign motions on the outside paper refuge breathing trees play with me out there surfing glowstick rainbow rings in this bizarrebeyond custom branded atmosphere that only I could breathe until we dropped formality and for some strange reason felt free to be all of me you jumped on board not skewing my orbit and all the members of my lonely hearts club ascended the stairs to get a good look at this kindred enigma twin lucid in the sky they pushed me forward when feet fumbled they wanna break free architect realities over trace-paper dreams wordarts n' crafts changetheworld dates they wanna sit next to your troupe silently gaze into open continuum siphon where words cannot go exhale in sync eternally 'cause behind mâché is already seen
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
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righter written down all my weathery carousel personalities get a spin at the roulette pen pushing chorus into distillation dipping 10,000 toes into spectrumland while I feign motions on the outside paper refuge breathing trees play with me out there surfing glowstick rainbow rings in this bizarrebeyond custom branded atmosphere that only I could breathe until we dropped formality and for some strange reason felt free to be all of me you jumped on board not skewing my orbit and all the members of my lonely hearts club ascended the stairs to get a good look at this kindred enigma twin lucid in the sky they pushed me forward when feet fumbled they wanna break free architect realities over trace-paper dreams wordarts n' crafts changetheworld dates they wanna sit next to your troupe silently gaze into open continuum siphon where words cannot go exhale in sync eternally 'cause behind mâché is already seen
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
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