It throbs, and it pulses with a beat
Something far beyond it seems to slither off to the left.
The snake called Talent keeps me at a distance; the venom of Success has no place in my veins.
Those words... I can't stand to say them.
With the speed of a frozen sunset, I start to understand what's happening here.
With these yellow-infested greens, Armageddon oranges, dried blood reds...
Do you hear those words, hovering on the border?
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