To cease my Rejoice, to flare the mingled sun,
To catch the orange rays, to spread the wings,
To unlock the padlock, to heal the inner wounds,
I played many parts, to seek the lesson.
Thou have made me strange, alone and Inconsequence.
I know, if i had a strange smell of my own heart,
To grant me the dragon well, will quench my Thirst.
And thy smell lasts utill i lost my all sense
While painting the sickening walls, bounded to ground,
In my mind and, i thought a slick painted wall,
Like a dream of scared child in terrible night
Then a blurred vision, pale body, red eyes unsound.
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