• Surgent rhythm that will forever linger, you are my bloodline in every open finger.
    Beneath coated glass is a rich supple past, the weather will come but we will wear mask
    Glory spoken in silence from the children we've maimed, beauty is color to those who retain.
    The bridge to our home was already spoken, tomorrow we dance till the moonlight is open
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