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In eternal quest of peace I will find you one―

Mounting surveillance on myself after snapping

Sometimes words are very cruel. You

You must act now, to deceive yourself. Laugh,

The stones will speak for river bed― a perfect home

The dust to dust phase in between, you

Just wanted to be myself today, ripped after

Can you foresee the future, the unstable peak, the

Homeless, you remained on the

A romance begins between a tall tree and grass