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Re: Kendi i krijimeve te reja
<font color="blue">Property of my cousin R.B
In my tired soul
There is no space
To play a role
With a masked face
There is no order
No sense of time
In my spirit’s border
There is only crime
The bare sovereignty
Is limited on its own
Only finding tranquility
When left all alone
Accordingly it destroys
All breathing visions
As if they were toys
They are strict decisions
So no wonder the doctor shakes
When he unlocks my hurt chest
He found stacks of bloody breaks
As a result of my heart’s arrest
Hence, the doctor was frightened
So he sewed me up once more
And my broken soul tightened
As it observed another shut door
And I left the white room
To go back to my black
I fell into my own doom
And I will never come back
I haven’t a loving heart
I have merely sections
Of what torturously fell apart
Because of unloved defections
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<font color="blue">Property of my cousin R.B
In my tired soul
There is no space
To play a role
With a masked face
There is no order
No sense of time
In my spirit’s border
There is only crime
The bare sovereignty
Is limited on its own
Only finding tranquility
When left all alone
Accordingly it destroys
All breathing visions
As if they were toys
They are strict decisions
So no wonder the doctor shakes
When he unlocks my hurt chest
He found stacks of bloody breaks
As a result of my heart’s arrest
Hence, the doctor was frightened
So he sewed me up once more
And my broken soul tightened
As it observed another shut door
And I left the white room
To go back to my black
I fell into my own doom
And I will never come back
I haven’t a loving heart
I have merely sections
Of what torturously fell apart
Because of unloved defections
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