Roam Four Five Scheme
Pure anemoia,
a feeling inside;
The fans of secure
lure my stormy tide;
Inner deja vu,
clue cannot be seen;
You some way have been,
spin the vision’s clean;
I’ve seen it before,
story holds my heart;
Core will hit my drive,
dive in I jumpstart!
It smells just like home,
gnome out back on guard;
Roam and trust that fit,
sit in that sick yard.
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