Red? Yellow? I fell in love with orange...
The vibrance of her presence eminated from the heights I thought brought life.
Superimposed? Wasn’t I complete... Orange?
I’ll find you again. I won’t yield to these yellow doors, and I won’t rest in these red rooms.
Sleep? I only dreamt in orange... when am I asleep?
I. Should. Stop. With. The. Acid.
Life? Didactic shifts in superposition slip cleft hilts in sinuous pores begging for bereft martyrs to come fill them whole... what am I... can’t it go back?
Back to the days when the simplicity of happiness was simply to focus on a blessed shade of
...Orange
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Uneven Mod
My ode to the part of my life I can now move on from. Regardless of what brought you here I hope you leave with something to help you on you path.
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