Apology.
Living in my yellow world seeing everything shine like a steaming flame the doors not pairs of appear opening
doors for distant worldss.
In the always open mind news options always are you accept for that the lunatic is like this I begin, half,
and end.
In the fingertip burned vestiges of some based remembrances memories portraits and in the chest the pain and
the hope.
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