what the heart (just cannot be said is fully enduring) intends to do is break in, through the loopholes of stockade amidst all! it is this fieriness that conditions the blazing, wild, but harmonious music that i play for you. like a burning star that glows for itself but catches the eye of argus.
to tear down all blinds within the stockade, to love and make love. to fill with love!
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