Minute fractures come this way,
The bones of course mattered
But then the elements defeated
And established material was upset.
Many fibres contained in this cloth
Are like the bones inside you,
The shores inside you stir with waves
From the seas of blood
And those seas have contained many seas
And waves.
The bones are broken finally,
Giving a wheel a rolling character.
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