There in the corner weapons speak
Curse fumigates
Rapes hassles
Murder plots
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I chase my love in haste
It precede me with a haste
There it haste to next love
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My tears is spontaneous
My moments are counted
My way to the yard is definite
Still my reflection roams near your yard
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A narrow path in between woods
Stretch ahead in solitude
Its bends are not yet explored
Straight to view in expedition
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Look at the deep blue sea ahead
There glimpses eyes depth
Woods are dense and shaded
Like thick hair and shade of mind
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Its pillars are deep inside
So fanatic in that wave
Loneliness loop it at once
There its terms plot inside
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I need to march to the past
Where no mystery prevails
There in that beautiful backyard
I need breathe that I lost
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Ash that spread around
The flak that residue
The nullity that never sparks out
Endurance that still in its attire
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It's icky to be in that arena
Blood bath that harmonized
In a corner a corpse lie without sense
A bud that not flourished
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In lifeblood redness marvel its style
In milk it's splendid with white gown
Sap that generous in trees
Sweetness that swathe in honey
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