Out of nowhere they plunge behind my eyes... overlapping each other... but with respect they are all visible and still... some push them up... some pull them down... some hide on shame... some rise on pride... but all are part of the composition... it could be your life... or others... your a creator of something every time you do a thing... and every time it is done... a mark of your existence are there and will not fade until forgotten... why portray... if you can do it on your own... i wanted to give you a different view of this... but my visions are rotten... and i want to forget them...
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