I put it in my mouth,
Because it is my own will.
I control myself today,
And until my consciousness
Has withered to dust.
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I will plant my own
Tree of the knowledge
Of the many shades of grey.
You may feast with me,
This is the first supper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:)) Appropiate... Don't share until the time is ripe.