Because you have to. For ugliness. For stench. For black and white. For cacophonous. The limits are in-existent. You are unprotected. You lean on a thought. It governs through time freely. It becomes an answer. It erases the hows and whys. The should haves. It is the reason for life.
Raindrops splash your horizon. They disco-lour colors. Hidden sun. The shadows are dancing in the clouds. Her words were discolored. Not faded.
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