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Through these long lost margins of lights, you were there. I was here, bluntly praying in thoughtless pray while you are the prey.

I have erased, and rewind until the play head busted into pieces of nothingness. I stared at it with complete dazed and stunned myself to sleep.

I wished to have your heart, so I would have two instead of just one.

Recycling hearts, thus it'd be purify to make it usable again and again and again.