Seek the hidden souls
and you'll see me,It's where all knights dwell
and all our sins prevail.My thoughts plummeted
into a massive hurricane
that walk through narrow doorways,You'll be clueless
about the sound they yell."Fulfill your void,
and provide the needs."Yet the forbidden eyes
are the ones who sees.But dear, do they
also start from seed?You must keenly observe
until its wound slowly bleed.
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| natsukashii.
PoetryThey have diffused away his ingenious thoughts, and to justify is to become a seeker.