I wash color from my hands, Begin walking again, holding brushes, Rising once from the mirror to lock the door
I wash color from my hands, Begin walking again, holding brushes, Rising once from the mirror to lock the door walking stories
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I wash color from my hands, Begin walking again, holding brushes, Rising once from the mirror to lock the door

-Robert Dash

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