infractions

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to breath or not to breath

there is no such question

to find a new breach

no need for complexions

to reach for one's mother

to bleed for a brother

seek for another

way for infractions

one finds the right reasons

two have the wrong ergo

three touch the one season

where four find it stable

shake off the sand

here where i stand

brake all for once

and embrace the chance

to walk away

and break the day

maybe someday

you'll want to stay...

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