Through Red and Gold, I exist as an apple for truth. As the stones of an ancient wall that speak the Pink of desire for the start of the circles. Spirals are made from Black and Gold and the circles of truth reproduce matter. The soil in which I'm included is made from Ciel and White, like the colors of the sky. They are meanings in my mind. So I dance and I try to sing like a marionette with no rules for humidity breaks me on the rainbows' other side.
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