I have broken my guardians and defenders
...................Let them fled to the Western seas of liberation
An absolute surrender of realms to deserted feels
...................To catch the twinkling stars and shades of moon
May not be worth it to the dimes on his pocket
....................Garbage, rag – yet the heart throbs your name
2009,23 of Oct.
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