Without any lens. Your pure self. Purely you. That's what I want.
I write with a pressure. Simply the trace, the fossil, of my moment.
But wait, white is a color. Why! Why WHy wHWYHWY HWWYWHWY Why there has to be always a choice? Why can't there be the world of no color? There's always a color! There's always a choice!
WhYWhyWHYWHWYRHWYWHWYHWHhwyWhWYwhWYwHWyw... Oh why....
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