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Let me show you something,
It's a twisted game of guessing.
I'll lose my mind in a box of mystery,
Where they've seen a man of luxury.
It tastes like a poison,
Chilling in a cup from dusk til dawn.
I adore this crystalline,
But It mazes this kind of mine.
I am pouring rivers in blind,
And nowhere to find.
I am making my daydreams,
In a scene painted dark that gleams.
Saying the words not written from the night sky,
A forced vehemence and healing sigh.
Don't worry my friend,
You'll find the pathways again to mend.
