Listen to what the colours tell you.
They are screaming violently
But you can't hear them, can you?
Let me tell you.
They hate you--
They want you to die.
I can hear them calling. . .
Colours have no hands
They only have intentions
But I know what they want.
So close your eyes
And pray--hard.
August '01
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