Being is the great explainer;

baby, you’ve got a beautiful mind. but sometimes I just like to rhyme. stealing wisdom, smoking pain. I wonder if love could ever just be plain. but I soak up the blues, inhale the sharp pinks. I learn strength from subtle reds, the whites still cling to membranes. this is life, this is joy, this is adventure and risk. if you take my hand, i will show you all this.

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