yeah, your colors is what you put on your canvas - that's the part that stuck with me
Counted Days Don't Count Sheep
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yeah, your colors is what you put on your canvas - that's the part that stuck with me
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The years behind you is not an artist of your taste in the music notes that tickle your heart, so consider my tongue painted unsatisfied the moment you count it like sheep.
Your code breaths in sequences and frequencies that people weren't meant to understand. its the head of it all of what handpicks the golden road and your colors is what you put on your canvas - clefs holding the hand of the same woven cotton.
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when you say code breaths in frequencies, does that come from something specific you work with or is it more just the feeling of it?
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trying to count your own taste kind of ruins it i think. you just vibe or you don't, right?
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yeah, your colors is what you put on your canvas - that's the part that stuck with me
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wait, is the first part saying past years don't actually shape what you like? or am i reading that backwards?
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