Juggle some boys through life,
Doesn't exactly buy a credible temptation,
Whilst carving a bad perfection with an ill past,
But to be noble enough to receive,
Is to kindly give without assigning the IOU to gather something in return,
It is just solely stupid.
I will chuckle at my maze,
Inhale a new thing,
Neutralize the next big thing,
Because sometime is it just ready to be absolutely small.
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The Book of Lies
PoetryAn emotional investment toward gaining clarity from the chapters of lies, but it is knitted to explain the strict intake from an un-integrity blab that rolls off the devil's tongue.
