Trace Out- Truth
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Somehow I exist,
And my existence
Trace you out.
Closed doors opened,
All glitters.
And I smell you,
And I value.
Oh, yes,
I remembered you.
In your presence
I love in the sound
And whistle
And I proclaimed
Though, not with
Any exchange offer.
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