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Keeping sights,
On the you had in mind,
The patterns in movements you use,
The path becomes
No to guide,
To needle to in line,
Your is proved
Only it concludes,
The output left to

There's something inside you
A convex looking inwards

You keep me in
to decipher,
I am lost in The cutter's
Now

something wilful inside you
A convex glass inwards
You keep me in
to decipher,
I am lost in The spiral
Now