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9/14/2014

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blue green red what the hell was said
confusion and consciousness are left
all that is left is blue green red
the start of something unimaginable

inside here we go moving forward 
and as we glide a thought blue 
what the hell is that
its all about the thought believe

red green that's what I mean learn expand
continue to glow blue green oh yes and red
you need all three to separate reality from 
fiction blow the leaves away where the hell did they go



Fawn Stitchman

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