Crying out my greyness here
to the enemies of the disorder.
Becoming a regulator of the twisted
that without mercy mix cause/effect.
Chooses a grey day with watery winds!
Chooses a mud puddle to stomp in!
Chooses the ugliness of beauty against words!
I am glum, hard snooty, like the cheapest luxury.
Growth? The pleasure of taking resources from others.
Light of air dances.
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