Wild Bloom
Thus I refute, the wild bloom of my heart.
Heat
Beat
Rush Through my vein
Slaughter of my logic sense
Seeking for the lost affection once engraved
Eyes
Lies
Climb Through my spines
I really like you...
Scissors snaps
The last heart veins
Past collapsed
Future remained unseen
You there?
codes
passwords
to my heart
404 not found
Bye
Lover of the past life yet declined
Forgotten memories kills a thousand seeds
wish
leashed
No more I said
thus
I refute
the Wild Bloom of my mind
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