Painted Glass
Copy and play, pretend This unexplainable fairytale. This unavoidable course, though you have stumbled upon a dead end. Oh, the succubus of many dreams, forget thee not remember tomorrow . The bearer of bad omen, jealousy and sorrow ... yes I'm speaking from a tainted view, the windows stained but can still see through . My future is vague, but I can still see you ...
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