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In front of fireplace, lighting.
Suffering is making, gathered in my soul Are broken with countdown. Collected at night with the moon in eclipse.
The spell of October Suffering drawn in frames, And are the hardest To erase.
Like a lunatic I persecute my thoughts. Thoughts floating Waters less forgiving
Misleading, giving orders to conduct my thoughts. Then in a fraction of a second Immerse them in swirls.
White sheets of a book, One with eyes on white tulips. Pretending that I read, Ice season Crystal The flower vase. Shines Throw facets like a diamond
Everything is just an illusion. As the night turned into day-like Fireplace lights are of marble, blue;
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