Those who are not awake
have dreams, have nightmares
those who are not awake
like to have amusement
pleasure and refuse amazement
flowing outwards hit rocks
enjoy raise and suffer a fall
Clap on success fall flat on a failure
hiding all ugliness under beautiful smile
live like poison packed in beautiful bottle
ugliness packed in beautiful bodies.
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