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Nice Turn, Saturn!

Was it seven years ago?You are stretching me like a bow.

Suffering.Joy.Bliss, andFear.

All the doors and stairs led me here.Every memory is like a scar.Expectations drift away, so far.

Recognition of what could have been.If I’d just dared to be me.

Nice turn, Saturn!You can loosen your grip on me.Now I know who I am.Why this heart had to burn.

Bring it on, the next round.I am ready without any fear.The last time, you left me this wound.Though you changed me, now my vision is clear.