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Say something Words are more Actions never end on anything Little or more It is better than what is now Charming by just being A live distance is a glance that makes heart thing Tripping on level ground Over klutz in view in suave left feet Daydream jelly in wonders lace Deep breath as this is only an undeserving man Never to know true bliss Only to find the opposite of a tale of thing Head and beats and skin wasted Smiling and enjoy what a ride of life’s irony No worries and no regrets In this world it’s tiny and universally micro One goes like a sunset in clouds The thing