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Sinking through the night so lit with a light bulb Creating and designing the ideas that colour the thumb We print the edges and leave them whistle through boards Well written with chalk all over your hand, its soaked Releasing matters that no one can solve around you two Sponges are crying as you hold them tightly, can’t breathe Serine is the next step in the growth of this town Greater people are bound to live and we our bound to serve… Sign in to see full entry.