Place, palace!
Under 40;
With life's own journey! !
And, with recorded history from your stages,
But, one day, you will be laid to rest.
Love!
With the final job in your hand;
Intuition!
With the muse of your love;
Life!
I don't want to go to hell so,
I am learning the laws to become perfect.
Under 40!
With the muse of the world in your hands;
But, very illusive.
Life!
With the chaos of the digital world;
Clove, love!
With life's own history.
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