My original poetry :It's all weird
How many nights of silence
Instability with hunger in the stomach
I sell a lot of faith,
In this market of disbelief.
Who is the king of footpaths?
I have to find him
There are many great rewards,
I need to touch him.
There are tears in every house
There is no chat in the afternoon
It's all weird,
I turn around like an idiot.
One day everyone's time
It's over,
That is the rule
We have to obey.
How many nights of silence
Instability with hunger in the stomach
I sell a lot of faith,
In this market of disbelief.
Who is the king of footpaths?
I have to find him
There are many great rewards,
I need to touch him.
There are tears in every house
There is no chat in the afternoon
It's all weird,
I turn around like an idiot.
One day everyone's time
It's over,
That is the rule
We have to obey.
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