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Painted night
Seamless is the sky
empty is the rain,
orange painted torrents
wasted away in vain.
Sweet is your sanity
holding me tight and secure,
everlasting happiness
no need for an angel's cure.
Antidotes are vanquishing
falling though the light,
hypodermic symphonies
injected into the masses tonight.
All of the passion of harmonics
beckon our fears to come;
this is when our sight is eased
speak; for now the evening is done.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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