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How high I might be, for the one thing that I seek,
Apparently, I must also forsake my blissful life,
Sooner or later how broken I would be,
Abiding, listening even if I could not see.
Mundane midnight, became my Cassandra,
To thee must say, fleeting it was,
I Shunned the kryptonite I was feeling,
Hazy, my mind with the dealing.
Alas, quixotic I may be - happiness, only my family.
Hinder not as I make it clearly,
Abiding by the rules dearly,
Leaving Pandora's box behind slowly.
Noisily my mind as it clutters,
As I don't want to end up in the gutters,
How high I should I be? For the one thing I seek?
How high I might be, for the one thing that I seek.
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"This literary piece is an allusion in which it hides a hidden meaning. In this case it is about our weakness, since it is the one which helps our enemies have the power towards us. So, we should leave our boxes closed as possible..."
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A World of Poems
شِعر"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
