leave a dot.
till it escapes you.
the red
the blue
the ice
till it bleeds you.
the fire
the wound
the dice
till it reminds you.
the secret
the white
the cries
till it controls you.
the fingers
the lines
the picture
till it fades you.
the fracture
the voice
the birth
till it retires you.
the etching
the wind
the death
The end
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