highlight slimy life,
off to hide, sorting mismatched
colors, death soon here.
Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on March 22, 2017 - 11:04 am
If the window is transparent perhaps the unfortunate truth is that it is our eyes have become grayed.
#2 by Carl on March 23, 2017 - 6:55 am
Good wisdom from you, Carl!
#3 by clinock on March 26, 2017 - 3:41 am
or we just need to clean our specs 🙂
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