these feelings, are strings
attached to your soul, my body will cry, with desire shall I thrive.

every night is a storm, emotional enthroned, my Queen long lost, these things, among my frost, memories in the dark, crying for your help, I keep them shut, the demons once you fed

in the mirror, that's where you once, near, the stranger in the picture, my frame to this pillar
Nair what in a name so rare, the world is my witness. I once tried with the curtness.
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