Life has a rule to all that breaths
And its rules are in patterns
Arranged beside mosaic of beauties…
I honestly don’t give a fat to the bones
What images it casts or engraves
As its designs or its templates….
Simply because without you or your hug
Life shall and will always go on…
Swallowed sweat candies from hells dung
And also tasted the sweat candies beside heavens door
Believe me, sweat taste same on the tongue
But its comforting to sleep on a bed without a bed bug.

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