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Unannounced

I will come to you unannounced

as fate

which inevitably awaits you.

 

I will come back to you

as an old habit

from which you are fleeing.

 

With a sharp sword

I will take them off

ice carvings

fused with your soul.

 

Your son is born

with purple thoughts

and the price of a happy day

grows extremely fast.

 

I will call myself

the way I want

then when I steal love

Unannounced!

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◄ Dressed in colors

Don't just be a number ►

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