The Tint Of Tears
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- Parts 3
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Apr 15, 2015
Sadness of Satins
Rage of Crimson Reds
Happiness of Hollow Yellows
Panic of Perfect Purples
Weariness of Washed Out Whites
Gleeful Greens Emerald Tight
Ominous Orange Jumpsuit Bright
That is the way my Paint Brush Cried
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