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Painted night
Seamless is the sky
empty is the rain
orange painted tourents
wasted away in vain,
Sweet is your sanity
holding me tight and secure
everlasting happiness
no need for an angels cure,
antidotes are vanquishing
falling though the light
hyperdermic symphanies
injected into the masses tonight,
All of the passions of harmonics
beckoning 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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