Words colours figures twisting anguish softness reds and browns lace cloth clouds comfort time stops frame eyes spheres prints souls life feeling emotion looping dripping draping misshapen.
And it was beautiful beyond description.
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- Sir Real
- I don't understand, and perhaps I never will. Maybe it was never meant to be. And yes, it's just like that. Habits observed are habits unchanged.
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