.This must be the sole reason for cold stares, so tonuight we are blank canvases screaming for paint. And I know we'll never mix again this way--your fucking gone and I don't care. I never cared much for faces, and all these traitors make the best of friends. Like puddles and popsicle sticks rotting .
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