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Remember when it was deep rooted
The comfortable silences of the prisms
When butterflies filled the sacrals
That time when gods were allegiant of the goddess
When compassion didnt have to meet reciprocities
When we did well without reasons
When we weren't afraid to smile despite the seasons
Just a child but knew the adulthood misses
When men held high their Misses
When Interiors were no inferiors
The bodies as a sculptures
When we didnt stare at so many realities
When we didn't fall short by fallacies
