Dice is playing spontaneous
In heart swelling with hopes,
Dice made of metal light
With weight unsubstantial
In safe horizon with bubbles.
It won't break the bubbles
From the serum of liter vein
Nor.will dash the valves for heart open,
Will be subservient to bloody arbitrage
Of mind opulent with pressing interest.
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