Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.
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Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.
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