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I accept, my defeat― in the hands of Ariel.

Addictive in shambles, that was cognitive decline―

You are becoming a frozen leak, the violet

When there was a cloudburst― it was time― I thought

The red dot was sinking to smear the lake. It was

Taking refuge behind the solemn words, you speak loudly.

Digging deep into the body of moment, you have

Brown eyes: little things―

For a long time I will look at you

While ascending throne, you cover up your tracks―