thought to be a Gothic artist
but it was just the color he seen when he closed his eyes the hardest Blank he held his eyes closed until his body dosed Black so black he started to see things specks of color blue red and green Than a tunnel as far as his eyes couldn't see They thought him blackhearted Black was just a color of a sleeping artist
Royale jones
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