You reap harvests in tens of millions. As you leave behind regrets and shattered dreams. HIV the culprit, AIDS its manifestation. Campaign against you a charade of some sort.
Even when the other masquerades of death exist. You stand out, tall among others. Stealth and ever sure of your ability, In this wide world of dreams.
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A great poem on a rare area. Thanks for sharing. I share your optimism, bros