The lost spirit.
Shadows crying, hope and desire.
Jumping clowns mocking at that attire.
Flowers poured like blades, slashing the wrist of defiance.
Devious snakes dancing to celebrate the broken alliance.
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Who says the wall of defence is broken,
for it was never built or ever given.
Who says the beggar has no emotions,
for all these tears stirred enough commotions.
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Stop pretending. She said.