Of twists and turns, the fates unfold.
Glacial breeze of lives foretold.
Twist me, churn me
Wring me from my withering soul.
Born unto a fate, squeeze me cold.
For the poetry is lost, the essence sold.
Trapped in a symmetry, trips of the old
Featureless fantasies fallacies behold.
Dented and hollowed, remorse aholds.
Sorry.
Glacial breeze of lives foretold.
Twist me, churn me
Wring me from my withering soul.
Born unto a fate, squeeze me cold.
For the poetry is lost, the essence sold.
Trapped in a symmetry, trips of the old
Featureless fantasies fallacies behold.
Dented and hollowed, remorse aholds.
Sorry.
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