it happens the depth of forgetting why the Origin is a shade of red and yellow very sharp, cutting flesh within. to be and to become that taste of shade persisting into question. uncertain mixture of liquids and dense nothingness freezing the word that denies my last effort approaching the mouth.
because I must fly till the explosion of wings. non-nothing begins yielding passage and genesis. you may unveil the fear of touching flames, nascent flames of Why and How the alteration of substance hurts...
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