The colors of life
I had seen this bottle before;
It reeked of musk and seemed so sore.
Years of grime, ink, and time
Stuck to the surface like a rusty mine.
And only after using it did I
Understand the reason why
The shiny bits of life become dull
Because happiness ends up being null .
Carbon might become diamond under pressure
Yet it still does not give a measure
Of Whether we end up as a flawless bell
Or A hollow shell.
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