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chalky white or deep tar black afternoon quiet but my head pounds it could be steam summer or prickly leaves of autumn but it never changes though i hope i do just as the uncarved block hopes for an artist to make it beautiful so the rain and the wind shape it instead unless it can learn to shape itself
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
self-reflection
chalky white or deep tar black afternoon quiet but my head pounds it could be steam summer or prickly leaves of autumn but it never changes though i hope i do just as the uncarved block hopes for an artist to make it beautiful so the rain and the wind shape it instead unless it can learn to shape itself
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
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