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The worst part of my day.
When i remind myself that it takes the rain to see the
colors in a mocking gray gas stain.
"Kids games" i say.
Kids games.
But i can't stop thinking about the beginning.
And dreaming of the end.
Yet so much is in between i can't begin to comprehend.
When i remind myself that it takes the rain to see the
colors in a mocking gray gas stain.
"Kids games" i say.
Kids games.
But i can't stop thinking about the beginning.
And dreaming of the end.
Yet so much is in between i can't begin to comprehend.
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