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Your soul is
Lost without reason
No warmth
No cold
No in- between
Just dead seasons

With all your
Fancy teasing
All your red
And black roses
You bring no
Easing to my
Flickered soul

You kiss me sweetly
Breathing softly
In my ear
To inspire
This love
Hate relationship

Then you lovingly
Inspirite a trance
I run slant ways
Only to come
To star in the
Nexst mugshot
Imprisoned play
Straight up hurting

Blindly in front
Of this fire
I spring

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