1
Violins' curves
Like my daring silhouette
Take my hand
Let's dance under street lights
Spiral downward
Until we break
Cold words once burned
Yet now it seems weak
The moment; It is an illusion
2
Wild flower,
A ragged beauty;
A playwrights wanton desire
A closed bud
All is yet to come
Potential is all I need
To shake the foundations of your world
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