nail the stars in sparkle
shy away its time of speed
yet open blossoms each unseen
as surpassed crushed in distance
considering push will not be happened
crushing speed as spread its shine
(a given hand of magnet to pull)
without a shadow its inner rule resurrects
bottoms reveal wounds up and down to left and rigth
curls to a string as our memory hidden in dancing rhythm
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