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Her sour life stay
Behind all your fortune but
She touches places.
I hoped of fortune
But the wild precious touches
Leaves all her shelter.
Every glancing over
Her revolting promises
Simple touches through.
Sour ritual
Its my wicked torture for
Following fire.
Waste touches stay here
I honestly realize
Our slowly war.
He is a saviour;
A reason to live and a reason to die.
It’s a raging sea in a rain drop
Warmer than sun, but colder than ice.
She is madness, sanity
She is hell, paradise.
Breathing the galaxy,
releasing the stars.
She releases her phoenix wings, burning the ashes,
Leaving her with a scared soul,
But shining with courage.
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