cages are not cold
cold are the wings
whom you taught
beauty to battle
against caging
you mean another imprisoned
trapped by your own passion
enjoyment and renunciation
caged animal if get opportunity
takes advantage
to fly or to escape
but you never
never think
to modify
graph engraved
to your system
a passage yet
plays its autonomy
initiated by the fear of death
finally death itself
by different dimension
flirting you as authority
of creation and destruction
authoritative estimation
infiltrates caging passion
and gradually to gear up
own catastrophe of diffusion!
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