This look in the eyes
of a self-contained heart
May haunt the hearts
Don’t let it loose
The years It takes to retain.
No more void, it seems.
The souls appears at peace.
You have a chance.
What makes you get up in the morning?
Habit is a tricky sucker.
Virtue or vice?
Why to know which is which?
Life, smile, self contained heart.
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