Cursed in the morning, icy clouds in a gallery
Distorted maze, in tears, he wants to ignore me
He liked me before, seeing a vicious thunder
Dark, terrible painting, there were monsters
Eastern sun in a grave, wasted a mindless brain
Ruined a lone history, of course, I'm insane
There's a planet on the edge, buried in a trash
He's just a person, wicked, but I was harsh
Asking for a hidden key, a system in prison
Unlucky characters, a scam, weak intuition
Soul agreement, enchanted conscious bee
He chose the right book, a story without me
XI:XI
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