And she
Turns into dust.
The wicked women
And her words fire
And intolerable.
And she is a cheater
Her blood and flesh
All for black crows.
Oh,
Measure not
Your own weight and height
No use here, remember.
Still I see in you
All creativities,
Be positive and
Go for good
Taking good food
Daily diets.
Remember,
You anger has no power
To crumble down
The sky.
Meaningfully measure
Yourself and fly.
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