Art of Obsession
Take me on heels
upon these frail hills
Which has no end to what I feel
Take me around time
'n its supersonic chime
Believe me, there's no limit to mine
Take me to the heartbeat
harnessed with mine
An aura I get from its chime
Too much of this gust for you
In me, is just too much a drought-
Frightened am I
Dwindling and revolving
Around your chime
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