On the right corner of the door has been locked
Viewing windows have been embarrassed
sense of thorn wounds
the thorns of love has been frozen
spotless injured
always rotates without wheels
sun ashamed to see the moon
twinkle star cast cuts
not love not sorrow
policy only delayed
waiting for the open door
laughing waiting for the window
who is injured because of love
locked door without a key
heart will die without love
and the devil laugh
the man who loved
holds the key to holding a thorn
open love
love barb
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