Here is a pallor holding onto a form
The drippings of green are what kept me a man
A stillness of a fan which was actually stone
None of these are periods like you need
I brought you to a doorway which I painted out
The ceiling was removed by musicians
I can't get out from under a fueling station
The children enter and remove their teeth
This thought is the color of a lover
The drippings of green are what kept me a man
A stillness of a fan which was actually stone
None of these are periods like you need
I brought you to a doorway which I painted out
The ceiling was removed by musicians
I can't get out from under a fueling station
The children enter and remove their teeth
This thought is the color of a lover
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