Lions Gate

Twisting torture

of harmony in time..

Those roads,

 

an lonely emotional hills

of hardship we climb..

 

Smooth taste, waltzing wicked

dangerously insane,

dancing ties…

 

Hidden measure

living life

is always, a remarkable

loving treasure…

 

So!  We must continue

the twisting an torture

of harmony in time…

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