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A parade of ghosts brought these |
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innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to. |
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To view the rush of female tempests. |
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My Sculptured face |
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turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter. |
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Awoken by the sight? |
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Ha! False lies have taken place in me... |
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(Words of lust heard from vast buildings). |
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That is the mirage you longed for. |
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So, amuse me. |
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Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes. |
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As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty. |
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...and expose to you, the garden of gods in my hand. |
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The glance turns to a gleam. |
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A parade of thoughts encircle my |
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throne and whisper to me, words of beauty. |
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And I caress these. |
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...and open wound in the palm of my hand... |
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The sky is no longer clear. |
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That is the mirage we longed for. |
