I walk beneath, the shower, of your eyes,And cast above, strong gazes, towards the skies.I make Heaven, bleak,And myself, turn weak.“I found love, as a treasure,”Said the man, as the welder,A man, of no purpose,No fate, of any design.But with, all turmoil,I’ve rearranged, what is mine. “There is no shame, in this curse,”Spoke the fool,

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