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Somewhere out there in the  imagination: Roams a smiling fool many called Rose Who was too fond of living to believe any of their heavy words carelessly thrown    . Spending his years traveling through collected winds and holicly written predicates onto bank receipt papers        . Who didn’t need a heritage or a name to remember to live again among The scattered rushes and highways        . and only the trees understood him And his undying need to grow shapes and shadows from nothing                        .   Somewhere out there in the dozens of breaking lilacs that speak in silence     lives a smiling fool called Rose               .
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
Rose
Somewhere out there in the  imagination: Roams a smiling fool many called Rose Who was too fond of living to believe any of their heavy words carelessly thrown    . Spending his years traveling through collected winds and holicly written predicates onto bank receipt papers        . Who didn’t need a heritage or a name to remember to live again among The scattered rushes and highways        . and only the trees understood him And his undying need to grow shapes and shadows from nothing                        .   Somewhere out there in the dozens of breaking lilacs that speak in silence     lives a smiling fool called Rose               .
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
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