All the particles make up us
We exist in the realm of our existence
Silence can be the most beautiful
string of words
If I drag my body over the floor of
deception
Will you kiss my soul?
Wonderful escalation
Sky bars in Manhattan
Here to settle the score
And hope the gain some perception
My dear lady Oxymoron
Null and void
We are on the task to realise our
dreams
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