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all over me,
the splashes of rust and gold...
the affairs of this world is like
of a sweet sensation, and of
the bitter tastes of a concotion.
if i choose to live,
i will die in the splashe of times
if i choose to die,
i will also splash away, from the height of this fountain- life...
splashing all over me,
is these running gold's dross and silver's rust