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I dreamed of cold heart

The things I once loved about you I am repelled by. And I wonder why that is. Why must my heart be so fickle as to change its rhythm on the sight of a dropping moon? Why must my sanity be so wild as to run away with my fancy? Attached to my mind is a clock that often ticks but never at the right moments . 

Lullabies

◄ Army of pacifists

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