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red light, bright, shines inside the room. its cold in there but i say don't worry the colors will warm our hearts tonight. she speaks to me through feeling and shes present on the radio waves we don't hear. warmth - still: the forbidden fruit for an artist's heart is bloodshot and bleeding. but its more important that you live knowing you truly lived than to merely seek happiness. to put yourself on trial by fire if for no other reason than it casts warm red light,
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
Red Light
red light, bright, shines inside the room. its cold in there but i say don't worry the colors will warm our hearts tonight. she speaks to me through feeling and shes present on the radio waves we don't hear. warmth - still: the forbidden fruit for an artist's heart is bloodshot and bleeding. but its more important that you live knowing you truly lived than to merely seek happiness. to put yourself on trial by fire if for no other reason than it casts warm red light,
kyle-calise
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
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