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Mar 2016
The melody's chased by the rhythm
And thought contemplates finding expression
Form needs to hold onto something
Heaven has got a burning confession
Infinity desires one night with limit
Limit's proposed eternity to creation
Freedom just tied herself to *******
Love had her first taste of destruction
Minara
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Minara  England
(England)   
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