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Jul 17, 2007
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Lost
Our country’s air is lost
Not to frost but to
Sickly shades of
Yellow, green, yellow-green,
And that of pale pea.
— barbsdad2003, Jul 17, 2007
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Quillsvein1
18 years 11 months ago
colored doom
Quillsvein1
18 years 11 months ago
colored doom
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