Curls, whims and twirls.

I bring myself back into line and I try to forget your name. No way, my heart thumps and jumps. A rhyme will decide, like when I was a child. Turn and rotate, once again and small lights appear in the eyes, thick and super dense, like flowers blooming in extra small fireworks that turn into colorful stars. Can you remember the reason of the fight?

Stripes to stars

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