The letters are crying for...
and the words are looking through the pages
in hopes if they can encounter to their sentences or not ...
Anyway the sentences are on the way
trying to get the rhythm of the last dance in deed,
with the aim of being the unique owner of the well-designed pictures for reality...
The stanzas are commanded to be in order,
yet the sense of humour is lost by
the uneffective usage of the nerve center.
The ongoing future is immediately needed for the ones who have nerve center
just as the mother for her child!
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