No,leave me alone, I don't have to ,or need to know . I realise , I want to go, and it's moving , slowly slow . No, I don't want it given .I want it taken . I don't want my soul for it to be shaken. So many voices each pitch has a color , scarcely hear the white one , black anger ,grey hate , blue stress , green speed , yellow words , the fire red crave , the splashing arrows jealousy, yes ,that is a color , not to be seen ,but to be felt . Many prints ,not exactly aware of the realism of each print ,and for which one I fell . Facing the predicament , of not being in my possession for days ,possessed by demons and every demon has a dye . But I know this ,as well as I know faith.
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