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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Pink bleeds roots From the pictures That sum the Walls flask, Since Britain Feared the black Sabbath, And the U.S declared Itself a lions kingdom. Pink bleeds social “truth”, Social refute, As those that that sit crossed Stray straight, Under the caricature Of the hands that rinse Their fingers through a shadow, Like a lip caved Under the wrinkle of the winter. Whose color bleeds what, Or how our names leave our tracks, So whose right to bleed red? |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"Of the hands that rinse Their fingers through a shadow, Like a lip caved Under the wrinkle of the winter." love the images that come to mind with this  |
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