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I'm a house made of long mirrored walls, Broken pieces live inside my endless halls. I'm a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors, I'm a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos. Sometimes, I'm just a toy in a child's hand, To the philosopher, I'm a window to the human …
It's one of those nights where I know that you are waiting for me to fall asleep. But this time, I'm waiting to see you as well. ...
The strings won't play so nice,
rusted and ready to unstring.
The wood is out of shape,
yielding to the .....
Everytime I had to choose a road among many, I've always found it painful to......
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