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Steady, pulsating drips Form a cacophony of tiresome Drifts of time Winding down the twirls of His paintbrush the trials of Liquid resonance. Pattern-less, The degenerate. Out of touch with reality,   The artist, In shambles. Dialysis.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
The Degenerate.
Steady, pulsating drips Form a cacophony of tiresome Drifts of time Winding down the twirls of His paintbrush the trials of Liquid resonance. Pattern-less, The degenerate. Out of touch with reality,   The artist, In shambles. Dialysis.
How I feel drawing and writing sometimes.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
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