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blather_red
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k
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is a good thing....i think. i also think that i will blathe only a little bit once in a while and only use single words, not joined words like the one above.
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pilgrim
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Wise plan.
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twiggie
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i'm growing to like it more. i feel as if my thoughts are safer here. it's a strange comfort.
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TalviFatin
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I agree twiggie.
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jinx
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It hurt my eyes at first, but now I'm used to it.
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silentbob
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it comes to you like an affliction and then leaves you like an addiction and yes, it hurts your eyes at first. it burns. but you get used to the pain. until you don't want to look away.
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little wonder
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it has such a different feel to it. it's this little dark room in the far corner of a house that's almost hidden. it's own little cave. the mood always seems to be more mellow.
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silentbob
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and bitter
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wicker man needs a candy bar
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yeah, like dark chocolate
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oppressed_youth
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It's strangely secretive... And strangely red...
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tilt
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strangely secretive like throwing a note to the wind and watching it out of reach fluttering about for an eternity.
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leni
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why does it feel so safe here? is the safety an illusion? is this an inner circle, or just another circle? a quieter circle ...
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misstree
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i think of it more as a mist than any geometric shape.
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leni
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a haze
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past
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it used to make me a bit queasy, after so long on blue, but now it feels more like home.
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Bespeckled
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It's nice because it's like a desert. A trip outside to sit alone on the porch and listen to the birds when the cacophony of the party inside the house gets overwhelming. It's a long puff on a cigar, and a long swish of coffee. A pause. It's stepping into a photograph - out of New York City and into the Sahara, making steps in the sand that no one will ever see. Writing words on paper and letting the wind take them to where only the sand may read. A word, then silence absolute. A deep breath let out slowly.
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no reason
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i used to worry i'd disturb it i don't really worry about things like that anymore
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Soma
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I think it’s so interesting that i feel like red is so cozy now. It used to feel so aggressive when i was used to blue. Funny how perceptions change with time.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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