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She played me a violin,
A violin of exiguous tears-
The music of a dead man,
Afraid to restrain his sentiments.
Awkward isn't it?
How this still ocean,
Turns into a black tsunami.
Engulfing virtues;
Engulfing affliction;
Engulfing souls.
Cause it can't handle,
It can't handle,
A persons intimacy.
Cause the ocean too:
Is weak,
Is enervated,
Is broken...

~Krishna~

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