If one world believed in me
I would keep frankness and courage;
My character would be deceased,
Coming with coined disease that shattered
The hearts of the hearts.
If all the universe saw through my eyes
My misery, I would repent and master
The self.
If one world spoke against me my universe
Must be rescuing me like a wheel
On tumbles and avenues.
I am like a wheel also,
I am as fast as worlds in orbit.
If my character was to be a session,
Little loud thoughts cast their shadows
At the spots that learn.
My frightening bread dough
Would become leavened bread.
A wheel has been turning for the
Whole life.
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