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Must I caution these steps of irrational approach,
How the curve lines master the close,
My ears are pointing up in the grain,
As she escapes the laughter and torment of pain,
Violets catapult the darkest villains,
Swindled pedals the nauseas children,
Only the few of us seen when to arrive,
And only the two of us keep hope alive,
Addressing this cover I let have need I dealt,
But to fit a role in it was the dough I felt,
Imprinting the dots til the dost appear,
He act so frantic, he act so near.
