Only you can make me feel loved,
Only you
Even if I am angry like Sango
The thunder god
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I sit on the terraces of happenstances
Gleaning reasons for the cruelty of latent love
I withold my leaning from the writ of hallowed desires
Knowing tomorrow's pang is mired in present joy
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Reading the pages of time
I court no meaning
Than the well-written credos
On flagrant lies.
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