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Blank paper quickly morphs Into something Extravagant. Our mind Prints and Polishes Everything white And adds some Needed color. We are the Creators And concoctors Of a world That's unknown To anyone but Our crossed faded Minds. Beauty is found in destruction
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
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Blank paper quickly morphs Into something Extravagant. Our mind Prints and Polishes Everything white And adds some Needed color. We are the Creators And concoctors Of a world That's unknown To anyone but Our crossed faded Minds. Beauty is found in destruction
awkwardari
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
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