Three lines make perfect circle. The randomness of your holly flower respects my wish on final hour. Transcending via earth to sun it is my destiny to run towards your shelter that i see. Towards the depths of you and me. you try to make me see the light but i no longer wish to fight.My sarcasm left my late last word. Upon your feet I lay my sword. But you reject me now and then. And you elude me then and now. ...

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