I crave for colours
Splashed bright and deep
In a manner of an artist;
Freedom to run riots
That promise to end the misery
Unspoken, and full of guilt;
Raw intelligence and
Beautifully carved discussions
Alongside, the high dinner table;
Lovers and mistresses
Their intimate meetings
Tears and good-byes;
All,
In the name of truth,
And holy.
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