To find balance.
At the tip of this carefully honed knife.
The balanced blade.
2 of swords, the blind seer.
The declared choice has been made.
I wish (my/ki/me) would just go and kill you(her)self.
I’m a genie in a bottle, baby. You came and rubbed me the right way.
Karma in a bottle baby,
popped the corn(u)Kopia
let her out.
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