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sitting insane in mustard fields
oblivious to summer's heat on uncapped head aware how its burning fingers deform the shimmering gold sitting insane while the wind sings tracing beautiful scars on shabby canvas- brushstrokes of mutilation yellow for the lust of life and stained power attending for the cowardice of a brother unable to love with an equal rage the sun is orange orange- the colour of madness.
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