But I Could Still Love Comments

I might be living on bare chunks of threadbare soil; with hardly a roof to cover my dilapidated scalp,
But I could still perceive infinite kilometers above the sky; to the most unprecedented limits of mesmerizing imagination; in my dreams.

I might be adorned in abysmally tottered clothes; with obnoxious streaks of dirt and disease creeping with sinister effusiveness from my skin,
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