Tingling roots which we can't see,
Only feel,
Behind the colour masks, that we
Must peel,
Counting hours to go to sleep,
Begging to stop the endless sheep,
No cells can be too big ,
When your mind is the blankest list
Lifting up a dirty man,
And act, which so few people can,
But when he bites you back
Be ready to attack, or even not to act
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