What about the heart then, have they ever asked? There hasn't been much of a work to solve that riddle, huh? Afterall the ghosts of our traumas groove around its graveyard with a sip of wine. The traumas, the wounds are only juat the accessories of the crown sitting on top of our head, beheading our dreams. And what is life if there isn't a little bit of an evil eye?
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