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subtlety is often better.

Fancied under the dead trees of Eden

Ransacked the Treasure Chest hidden

Artistic I am they said, I disagree

Nature of mine I seek for conspiracy

Knowing little in the scholastic height

Loaded, though, in imaginary flight

Losing grip in this life so far

Obliged although to win this war

Yielding  never to cease my blazing fire

Dextrous to live the life my Master desire 

Desiring gold for my kaleido-Land 

Enc'ragement I hold to raise her upper hand


Learning to appreciate life more than ever

Abstractly climbing, allergic to surrender

Crying seldom perhaps is my sweetest escape

Remembering how they've used me, I try to s

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