Tick of the time
Lost in a hard rhyme
Killing my time
Faint and mellow
Now days
I’m passed along the way
Finding ill disposed world
Perforce to be met with the wrongness
Wrongness taste sweet
nice to be met
nice to be forgotten
how could iris become the raindrops?
Then chocolate become a salty gram
No science could embrance
No words could explain
Just love will do
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