" THE FANTASY OF THE HEART"
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My heart was shattered way too many times that it eventually turned to dust and got blown away by your cold breeze. Now there's just a baron space in which it used to be. Empty yet still guarded.
Live While We're Young
"DANCE" A poem of which each movement is a word. A hidden language of the soul of the body. Enables you to find and lose yourself at the same time.
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