This scared child, words talked to himself, shivering in the night's dark, question hark, pondered his soul, uncertainty if, bare his doubts being, serious say: his bark was not speechless.
This kid sits set therein, inside he is invisible, he's beneath this huge lid, a grown adult being isn't exactly the same factor; grown acts chances either: not fated, an act casts a bid.
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