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How many colours fit in your hand? Is this a question you'd understand? How many palm trees obey your command? Unless you are dreaming, I'd dare to say none. How can a word go swimming in land? That makes less sense than a musicless band. Lightly drawn bridges, which taste naught but bland. Don't trust your own words, unless they are fun. A desert will bake you with deafening sand, As much as a cloud will make you less tanned. That's more than a cockroach could ever withstand. The words on your tongue would melt in the sun.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Disentanglement
How many colours fit in your hand? Is this a question you'd understand? How many palm trees obey your command? Unless you are dreaming, I'd dare to say none. How can a word go swimming in land? That makes less sense than a musicless band. Lightly drawn bridges, which taste naught but bland. Don't trust your own words, unless they are fun. A desert will bake you with deafening sand, As much as a cloud will make you less tanned. That's more than a cockroach could ever withstand. The words on your tongue would melt in the sun.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
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