Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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The attention i seeked, at the door to the forgivenes in my hate - I signed the deed, i still wonder what is my need - Why be flattered, dead crows are winged in death - The sequence is the stuttering of cries, the end of a friend, the straight through a bend - I see the bat in a butterfly, no colors in the night by sight, she fearlessly fly into the sky - The grey in sorrow, is the violet we tend to borough, leaving behind transparant to scarlet by light - The pigment in hurt was washed
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