By the hope of rain
Her lampblack lines be wetted
with ample steam.
Abundant mirages
do alive and dancing
yet,
life isn't live…
then what's the use of E=mc2
Even I have been doing servitudes of hunger
Doing trillions of the last suppers
Although
No one live by eating hibiscus.
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