EMBRACE THE COLD

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Celebrate the era.
Feast upon its peak.
Drown yourself in dream.
Endless waltz of shame.

Plant a nonsense.
Crave for presence.
Growing together.
In fact, we'll lose each other.

So, passion is poison.
Compromise is pain.
Add some drama.
Pour into dilemma.

Nostalgia is a failure.
Modernism brings only pressure.

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