it was only the leaves swirling in the wind that had color then
the rest was a mirage - objects with no clear shapes, colors or names
dream is not reality
and reality is not a dream
why chase one when you have another and vice versa
why someone else's cup of tea always tastes better
why the color of my eyes changes after each rain and never gets back to its original
I've sinned
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