I
hold your twine
Fused
at the sharp blade,
Fling
and flung on the flock of mockers
Breathe
and never let die
Incise
the halt
Existence
or mind
Soul
is spoken
Made
the sense on my conviction
I
choose you
Insanity
or practicality
Me,
to live or to die with you
Uphold
the common strike
Fairy
tale on this crazy world
Lovely,
miracle and beautiful
But
worthiness is doubted.
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