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Rain fell, And I went back there. The far fire lit my sky, Lit my face, And I went back there. Louder rain, It got louder. Wanting to hear myself think. Best not, I think like a **** …I am a **** Fall harder. Sky tapestry, And raindrop paint blots. I want that art on my skin, Where can I get that ink? Inside. Look at how I answer myself? I know the answers, hoss, But I prefer asking.   So teach me how to articulate, Life.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
A Wet Way To Articulate
Rain fell, And I went back there. The far fire lit my sky, Lit my face, And I went back there. Louder rain, It got louder. Wanting to hear myself think. Best not, I think like a **** …I am a **** Fall harder. Sky tapestry, And raindrop paint blots. I want that art on my skin, Where can I get that ink? Inside. Look at how I answer myself? I know the answers, hoss, But I prefer asking.   So teach me how to articulate, Life.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
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