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today i want to paint the color black honesty is the basis of life i seek truth last nite i walk so close an eight point buck i can almost reach out touch his july antlers so new velvet like soft in highschool i was voted 'most friendly' i'm friendly still yet.... now those i'm closest to come with antlers, feathers, fur in this human world i've lost my compass |
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