• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 10
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Akin

Temples are hollow without faith.
Weapons look out of place in human hands.

No one can be born again — there are only days.
And akin to petals days are chances
to experience openness.

Let us seize the key to set our hearts free
from this abattoir.

If only we could recall where we last saw our innocence.

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