He looks up, filled with hope,
There is one thing he is calling,
Silence, you need to be quick,
He wants to do some talking.
He is flowing with the river,
Hitting the rocks too hard,
The pain is notching up every passing moment,
He wants to break apart.
He has played the game all same,
Some of mouse and some of cheese,
Today he seems to be missing the trap,
Some of affection and some of steel.
Love, lust and lies,
Our hero has savoured it all,
The benign world has been so good,
He wants to close, but thats not his call.
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Submission Name: All truth and lives
