So many trainings
So many words
So many poets
So many interpreters
And we are bored
We are commoners.
We are to be
Treated well.
But no
Not possible
As yet.
In fact
Process of writings
All dangerous.
In fact
Meanings are
Beyond reached.
Inner province is
In our hearts,
And we have our
Own illness within.
No test required
No close contact
So far with any
Individual entity.
No limit for
Itself
Himself
Herself.
Quality control
No more.
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