Mind is a trap-
You see fire.
Mind is gaze-
You see the drier.
To snatch the riddle-
Forgetting self-tear.
Gifting you all colors-
Dragging self-heart-
Onto the lie love.
Lie love-
You fire.
I am the drier-
Omen, you are my drier.
O fear, I am the liar.
The real liar-
To snatch the fire.
To shoot me against the petals-
I gifted you with the prayer.
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