Poised on my clicks
I make the ridge,
scenes are so perfect
wipe, when attempt.
Did I dreamt a soliloquy?
must be a life of witty.
I drive for the post
long do I clear a trust
seekers of many mantras
I tranquil the verse
days seem long and tired
always in a heed to start
never do queries die
nor do answers reply
I hunt for the ultimatum
which cares for my rhythm
regularly do I get blessed
pulling my nerves straight.
I render my mentor
silent and clam the weaver.
Whom to ask, what for the agony?
uncertain quotes for many.
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