The thing

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 

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