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My Backless Dream

My Backless Dream

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When the optics are unsealed

It should catch

The equated brimmed bars

Of everyone's being where,

A beast fingers himself low than a bug

And being best half of either

Seemed getting a hug


A life with all somberness excreted out

Buff of glory teethy looks and only hearts that stout

Bins all heavier by margins of the brow

In-fixed by everyone "one'll get upshot of his sow"


Suss out same as a stick instead being a old man

Nothing is out, be the you and you do can

Where lexicons buying grudges

For difference and favoritism

People opt to lay for others' forfeiturism


In the happy ending

Not being the souls must subsist for souls

Instead of stealing lips for self goals

Gift others with diamonds of glee

Bank on me, every grief will go on flee


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