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Quietly colorful colorfully quiet Human dancer more human than dancer Intriguing faded blooms of yesteryear Sweet smell of youth Still Lingering In the foundation of self Respectively mixed Into hardearned wisdom Driven, not by sense of sin but tangible fragility To becalm not quench the rabid joy of life Truly could I break | ||||||||||||||
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