Paint, dry as my deserted bones, where my mind cannot go, my body refuses the dichotomy; so give me a blink, signaler, I need red light to know how to get purple out of this gray once blue sky.
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Paint, dry as my deserted bones, where my mind cannot go, my body refuses the dichotomy; so give me a blink, signaler, I need red light to know how to get purple out of this gray once blue sky.