Direction
Establishing points from west to east.
Embellished in the least.
But the center never retrieve what is unclaimed
If roses thorns may turn into poem then,
love may turn to lust
Sooner or later bay wouldn't be kept
As long as the night has its own lights
and as long as day has its own shine.
If our time wasn't best
Let's chase it in another line.
For you and i had similarities
but both of us will never retry.
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