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In the jungle I am told never to rush,
I am told to always take things slow,
Before my eyes, I miss so much,
Yet, I am compelled to let them go
That if they were truly mine,
Back to me, they will always find…
I have never been really fine
Not taking courage in both hands
Outcome has been wide off the mark
Being civil and gentle truly fits
But I have nothing, when unpacked
Aside grasses growing under my feet.
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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