The Scented Heartless

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Dark days in Peter Pan City,

the bubbles in those robots have flown to a pity.

Tumbling down a domino effect,

the talents have unleashed a butterfly's neglect.

And they reflect, it repents, I begged you to stay,

when I knew the darkness would illuminate your name.

Drunk with a technology too enigmatic to fathom;

I heard you still dream of my toxic phantoms. 


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⏰ Last updated: Jun 20, 2020 ⏰

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