Living floats among day and night,
Crawl within a seemly steady stream,
Shift a person or a thing in its fright,
It encounters a bewitching scheme.
What a forsaken and cruel shire on society,
This world's commotion enacts pathetic,
That quiet, little voice of internal serenity,
Whose withering twilight adheres to panic.
After declaring what we can, the full is lost,
Whatever...
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