Let me sit untouched and still for I am in need of saving.
I quicken the senses with vibrant colors that have more or less been taken for granted.... Til such a time I be tainted with the dull color of age that I be far from saving.
Many would say that quality comes with age but what age offers is not strength but frailty.
So... wither I away...
But ere I go and see me for what I am. I make no mark in time as I make no mark to you; I have already gone before you even knew.
Although the pressing question is that: Were you ever sated?
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