“You are on cloud nine”
reciting your own rhythm
Is it that I dreamt?
Need to apprehend.
Time was cunning to me
Got a meaning in free
Where is the next halt?
Need a figure for the cult.
Messed here my ways
I proclaimed the end
There came revealing truth.
I encountered no virtues
Motions recalled a fast pace
Stays predict my success.
site of melancholy
squeals bring your shadow
settles my devoted soul,
When I turn into scrolling note
I draw the limit straight and wide.
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