It's been rough
That's why am tough
I became tender
For 've been grounded
What looks like
an artistic core
was a sustained mark
in the life combat
Your teeth might be edged
Your eyes might be closed
When you have a taste
of my past grapes
My very background
Might took you aberk
it's just a dung
That nurture my future
My wild grey
has nothing with grave
I may be stooping
but never stupid
Just keep watching
I'm a book in writing
Voyage in making
History unveiling
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