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Your face had only the eyes, when you flew backwards,

Float seamlessly in dark. Come in my arms,

This command was unpunishable.

In moonscape, a flower remedy, enters the white

Exploring yourself― with an ornate dagger,

The animals are― in solid fear,

I do not know, If it was a religious assault

Starting a crush, on the baby face moon.

A circle, will not become complete,

Walk warily. You are in crisis zone.