A life has defined another life
To call definite systems
And deprive the beggars
Of single letters, the words that tell
Now are so small.
A life may destroy one’s soul
To reflect a craze too great.
It is life within sizes, the whole craft
Of living with others, not to crawl
Into caves of delight, as too many do so!
We are definitely alive to sounds of ecstasy,
We dangerously affect a perfect system.
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