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Because it was too heavy to carry
Take the package off your shoulder
Past Debts
Still staring at the free world
Let the poems fly
Do not collapse
In this heavens of mass suffering
I want to write for myself
Still searching for a language
Color
Appearance
It's an honor
The colors are cruel
In this world
I understand birds
There are volitions
I did not see the snow
There is whitening
None of you know me
I have my own dreams
Formed with my imaginative melodies
I am the world
If you have never seen one before,
Do you refuse?
