Dirt Of A Free Mind

I saw colors of my sins: each freckled on my skin, sewed on my collar, tied with my solitary soul; pinching, pushing, breaking, crushing, bleeding red. I cry black and white, laugh saffron, begin with a green and end up grey. Are my sins gay? How blessed my fate is? I carry a pocket full of darkness, crashed and burned, with ashes left...

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Imagine, you just woke up early morning at 4 and do not feel like sleeping anymore. You throw ur blanket like a ninja and rush to the balcony. You see a thick layer of a dense fog all aroud your body, dimming your eye sight, forcing you to run inside the blanket, but you're a beauty seeker, a solitary soul. You dont feel...

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