In a certain frame,
With certain limit,
By certain norms
We all live
For a certain period.
Nothing absurd,
No way out to go
Outside the air
Or the sky.
No code though
For poetry,
Yet we get angry
For certain words
Not like by us.
Nothing perfect,
No perfume
And we consume
All time.
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