Why do I never see you clearly?
Why am I always numb and careless?
I see the complex relations in the splendid everything.
I see the beauty of the colorful world.
Night and day are endlessly spinning into one another.
The cycle of reproduction cannot be broken.
Excitement cannot go on forever.
Our flesh is still endlessly differentiating.
Where are our ideals?
Where are they?
Our ideals are here!!!!
Clothing cannot hide that delicate patch of skin.
Flip over the top to become the edge.
The line of the edge is now what was the side.
The top and the side is what everyone wants to see.

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