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A man of no integrity
Is to a bin so cheap
Whenever he talks
Colors comes in flips
He carves out horns
Unnatural to sheep
Hoaxes are his tools
Like crocodile’s weep
He acts like a trash
Street sweepers sweep
He always clamp a wing
Beware of his infections
He is the bad apple
An entire bunch he ruins.
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
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