One day on the go
The neck will be washed like this
Most hurt
Only the glasses will,
He will lose his face
Hold the universe as you please
That too will remain tweaked
What kind of life live
Be yourself
Sometimes closed sometimes open
Sometimes stare and roar
Never say meow
Sometimes laughed, miserable laughed
Often silent
Bewildered looking for a place to sit
Alone
The air is full of smell of noble hair
In this perfect spring
But where does one wake up to a good idea
In the leaves of the spines in the grazing leaves
Ask people who have been killed in the last riots
The meaning of this animalism still released
Nothing done
Except a little shy
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