Makers of sweet tooth
While I chew in wisdom
On this stone land
All look the same yet are different.
Running with bare skin
While we cover our gold
The little feet's eyes are learning.
While your hands are shivering
Silver spoon look are they sweat in mirror bodies.
The smelly lifeline reflects the skinny faded smile.
There's no certain age for work.
There's no love to show.
There's no time for breaking walls.
It's only for getting broken brick funds.
Go see it through the eyes you wished to close every time you stairs.
Get sick by scorching air while it's it's just dust for the bin you call.
Given the best yet lacked so live by giving take by means.

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