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paint by numbers
I would paint you a picture if I could
but the road was the same colour as the sky and every breath tasted of static and yellowing leaves
he told me I could
he was lying
my eyes were made of glass and his lips were made of asphalt
but the road was the same colour as the sky and every breath tasted of static and yellowing leaves
he told me I could
he was lying
my eyes were made of glass and his lips were made of asphalt
