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Random Poem:

It's Never Enough

.                                                          It's never enough
                  Passionate samples without a measure of love
                  Lost in the world, shakes his head with a shrug
Never knowing of the pressure he's suppressed in his blood
The lesson he practices,      performs with ease
        Never ceases to dub himself pacifist
But actually manages to damage in ignorance
         Madness in the wake of his happiness
Despite this, he disposes calmly
                    Though hungry       and longing for presence
Professing to those, who listen but still
                                 Deeply withdrawn from the essence
Hesitant as ever,        he treasures his thoughts
          Never even fought over words
He sits on a bench,         engorged in his stench
             And tries to get lost like the birds
She always comes back      and he loves her for that
        Although all matter eventually shatters
Like passing the patterns of a candle lit lantern
           His mind tries to    fly   from the captors
And carry
                but he is weak, yet she is light
    and it seems she has wings of her own
His might in fact     may last for a flight
       but to the winged there is never a home
                     Attempting to roam   he's diluted in cicles
Verbal excuses that tremble
          Profusely assembling truths that resemble
But they prove to be too brutal or gentle
                                                          It's never enough
                   Passionate verses without a measure of love
                           "I will die, one day, alone, severing us"
          He tries to say but gets lost in the pleasure of trust.

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