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Fire Engine Scarlet Red 12-31-11

fire engine scarlet red is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead who hide there sinful Liability as they wave at me from beyond my walking concrete grave to let me know, that my time is finely being bleed to the color of broken swollen face Cordovan red with a nod, the oldest of the human fire fighting apparatuses give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship) heaven can watch me as they push me to jump and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall I am theirs to control mine, mind is not my own and not a person can i ask for help for they are organized all the way up, to the political rusted system, of no investigation of your just Rosewood dead... and your malted color lips wear the evoked yellow color and smell excreted Urine reddish brown puppet... --------------------------------------- (did not fix-keep as is, 5-5-2017)

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