Razor blade lover
Absent vanity
A thousand years ago
In yellow rain-stained sanity
He, the last moments
We are plenty
Beyond, but soon
The moons are all empty
Purple lance, fallen
Timeless future star
Pink ribbon stitch
Sex is from afar
Magic trick signal
With spark allure
He becomes fate
His faith thus pure.
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