Ivory lakes and florescent smiles--that's what I see. Millions of ants, moving in lines, marching to be free. No burning skin of wallpaper ghosts, no violets of blue who shall tear... But from my balcony sitting, I am trying to play the game fair.
So this is for the imaginative; the worrying warts who aren't free. This is for the damaged, the cupboard kids, and me. The ice cream walkways, the highways of net, the tightrope they're begging to cross... Welcome to just Outside here...welcome, outside the box.
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