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~ turpentine
to
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rainbow
skies
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cry . . .
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night . . .
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cry . . .
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cry . . .
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the
miles
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smiles
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by . . .
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cry . . .
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painted
paradise
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resides
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n
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the
rainbow
skies
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f
.
a
mind . . .
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painted
paradise
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only
resides
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n
.
the
rainbow
skies
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f
.
a
mind
–
–
bathed
.
i
n
.
turpentine.
Reflection: This is a personal struggle-themed poem where the sufferer frequently does not realize he or she is suffering from anything because of the firm belief that everyone else is wrong. I wrote the turpentine lines in various forms while walking on Daytona Beach. I was thinking about 60s psychedelic songs by The Doors, The Moody Blues, and Jimi Hendrix and wanted a very creative, interesting line or phrase and the turpentine lines juxtaposed against the rainbow skies came to mind.