Being human is passion
We don't live for fun
Or boredom
We live because being human
Seems to be passionate confusion
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Being human is passion
We don't live for fun
Or boredom
We live because being human
Seems to be passionate confusion
At night, the evening wind falls 6 wheels meet tar Didn't know where I was at all My liver fully empty Shards scream A firework But nobody celebrates Not even me Suddenly there's 10 Then 6 I couldn't
No marrow In bone Nor sight In eyes No wagging tail But another of good size Cutting claws is unnecessary For they are but an accessory You are not born to cuddle To love Should only worship your mist
Visiting the farm I rejoiced But tears, they fell And silenced my voice A kitten there So pure of soul Innocence seen in her eyes It jumped up I watched it all But beware, now Or you might fall I held