AnotherVersions Of Life
Hold it as a brief candle,
Concede that it was dark,
And moths are racing for that brief glory,
Before perishing for the spoilers,
this was one brief encryptions,
Intended for the brief corona,
And one last parts of the movements
andthe momentums of insects,
Presenting a glance
at self destruction,
Before believing
this is exploding fire,
Like falling from the tall windows,
And flying the leaps forwards,
addings grace for the another versions
of life and death,
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