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Pay green. All that you've seen       this      year. To come. . . What's to come? To come. . . Got black? Pay black. Not black? Get black. Pay green. All that you've ever       seen      or   ever      will   see. To come. . . What's to come? To come. . . Indication. I'm a bad itch. I'm worse than that -- I'm deliberate in the gears that I turn, year after year. I'm a depressive ***** in a dark descent from the spring spearmint to an autumnal orange, set in a somber sky, to a familiar black.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Autumnal Gloom
Pay green. All that you've seen       this      year. To come. . . What's to come? To come. . . Got black? Pay black. Not black? Get black. Pay green. All that you've ever       seen      or   ever      will   see. To come. . . What's to come? To come. . . Indication. I'm a bad itch. I'm worse than that -- I'm deliberate in the gears that I turn, year after year. I'm a depressive ***** in a dark descent from the spring spearmint to an autumnal orange, set in a somber sky, to a familiar black.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
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