A clench in the fist
A roar in the shadows
To hurtle the wall
is for withdrawing temper
A barricade fence surrounding,
bulwark of the fragile crystal
Again and again,
I hold the arms of my soul - swap!
He's now talking - I tell you
Harken: a whisper in my eyes
Reading the lips of sissy
Shrilling sounds licking the eardrums
Recalling the retro...
You were not the same prodigy
I accede.
Because this is the other me.
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