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Hollow Purple

1/20/2025

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My life's overflowing towards a distorted end
The surface tension of life
Gradually tightens, slowly tears apart

Irreconcilable roar is becoming astir
The invisible nature becomes aggressive and slowly emerges
On the rope that seems to be tearing apart
Will you hold your breath and stay still
Or desperately trying to make some changes?
These choices seem like traps--

But trust your intuition and decide what to do next

Made my dеcision
I won't go back anymore and I won't regret it
Watch as I changе reality
Even if the Truth is cruel
Catastrophe will be overwhelmed
Tame the great sins and rope in Sister's enemies
I'll overtake them, just to follow that voice

Follow the ruthless tone of mimicry
Chasing the ruthless gong that I am expecting
Lodged in empty feelings, living with filth
The immature iron hoop that needs to be proven is broken!

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Confront the boundary line of good and evil in my heart
Give a solid punch to the tangled heart
It's a rocky rubble castle
Did you refurnish it just to repair it?
Will that cause evil or punishment?
Everyone can see that this is just a temporary need

Open your eyes!

I can’t stop that duplicity dark future
Until I climb to the top
The weighed down of love and hate intertwined
Engrave the final straw of the next battle
Go after the absurd sense of virtue and destiny
Until I cut the chain of sighs

​I want to quit my unyielding soul
I want to understand that unrealistic act
I want to destroy the causeless flow
I want to have a taste of draw that's hopeless to win​...

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    Poète.

    “La tombe dit à la rose” 
    ​by Victor Hugo

    La tombe dit à la rose :
    – Des pleurs dont l’aube t’arrose 
    Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ? 
    La rose dit à la tombe :
    – Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe 
    Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?

    La rose dit : – Tombeau sombre, 
    De ces pleurs je fais dans l’ombre 
    Un parfum d’ambre et de miel. 
    La tombe dit : – Fleur plaintive, 
    De chaque âme qui m’arrive 
    Je fais un ange du ciel !

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