Losses and Gains
Soon the thymus is lost,
ok, no nonsense,
everything as...
Worse is to lose the sense, the grace
to be a boy...!?
It's not lethal, losing the gourd...
but the spleen... not that
you can lose!
Lose your loving heart,
It's sad, very sad, almost
mortal... but the heart
lost physique, is fatal,
it's fatal...
Lose your cool, calmly
sometimes you can...
But losing your soul... that
no angel helps...!
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