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Colorful As Ever
There’s no supervision, no control, the dead will be spared all this sweat. Afterwards there’ll be a foggy morning again, merciful grasses will sprout wild roots, the smell of the apple colorful as ever, parrots screeching in uncontrollable anger, an eternal forest’s darkness, amazing butterflies masquerading as leaves, secrets of the pleasure that will suddenly come again will rouse and arouse me until I no longer desire and awake from my sleep. ______________________________
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