My Lone paths

Whizzling past the
lone paths i remember
of the paths not taken
of my stubborn nature
my inability to enjoy
love;the colligaration of souls
bereft of love i am
a caricarture living but dead,
and of my meanness
preventing and prevailing
over the spendiferousity
the omnipotency
of the elixir,
the nature's gift
to stay from doom
But the world is meaner
that's just a reason
to hide from the unevaded
truth of life,love.





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