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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Flesh is compulsorily subjected to several bites with the hope of later expensive lotions of comfort. Hard work pays but luck issues the slips toiling and moiling for the skin to keep soiling. Every shot towards goal hits the post, after years of attempts, the thigh muscles wither. Sharp teeth on weak Jaws don’t attain chewing, the discipline of a vegan carnivore is yet not enough. The babe is painstakingly fed with milk in abundance but has remained a day old after several months. A million bricks have been put together and there’s still no house, my determination is fought back by the agents of malicious doctrines. Windstorms lay many eggs and pain is fed The map of destiny shrinks to erase its borders. Pressure pushes through me like a hydraulic chamber to create the internal impact for my eyes only. Almost getting there and success exhibits seizures, nature collides with humanity in a bid to come to my rescue. Fortune throws its coins at everyone, none falls in my lane, prosperity too dizzy to appropriate. Earthworm bonds with salt, fish now have tattoos, achievement keeps relocating in an eternal hide and seek. Exhausted options abandon the mind to a torture chamber Life is a home of unequal rooms spaced by a garden of puzzles. Failure is a farce, dying with its tag on, is the threat, disappointment pops the gum and continuously farts at me. Just when death, holding the suicide key, is the only awaiting friend, Time stands up to tick with the sound of my name. The aisle has been rolled up for the future to walk upon, fulfillment embraces me now, defeat has permanently lost its appetite.
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