Falling with pain
What I gain gets slain
Better be lying on a bed of lie
All smiles and cherries
Few uneasy vanity fly
And left is a bottle filled
with blessing and grace
Fierce my face is
when salt drips
sucking the joy
of this journey
Gimmicks with ease
Can so much please
The ego that I eat and breath
One act there one smirk here
Can welcome ample gratitude
I pray God
Let born in me an actor
expert in external valor
To overcome the dryness
of sour and pallor
Adorn me in a new attire
to hide my soul in shatter
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