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Here verandahs lie hot with bladed leaves covering their backs, the cool gums brushing paint.
8%
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when we ended illustrating our bodies with graffiti unfinished
8%
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I painted with the colours of the wind and ended up having crayola blown in my face.
15%
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so drink up, because your liquid liberation is my anchor.
12%
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It's funny how sickness seeps into the body.
8%
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Nobody knows why time stops while in pain
8%
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Vivid images of pain washed in through a river of blood
8%
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Slipping the burning rage, while sipping at the cold drink.
8%
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But only half crystallized into memories
12%
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Time is frozen motion, yet memories dance no longer.
15%
