Kontoh
- For I am a lonely man; complete with hat and cane.
- I shuffle from feet to feet with a trusty pain.
- To neither the left nor the right does one travel.
- A continuous path doth one seem to unravel.
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- A stream of ever-flowing disappointment
- Balm of time cannot be favored as ointment.
- Ready my desired red carpet, complete with Masonic press
- Be sure I laid to rest, before, these common steps.
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- A fountain of youth encased within maternal death
- A faceless circle with endless breadth
- To find the pin point of un-chattered waters
- I search and traverse for these unknown quarters.
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- In depths unimaginable and unseen to an omnipotent eye
- Flies courageously with red ribbon and tie
- Unsure as to beget what remains it once led
- To the turning point forever spiraling till one is dead.
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- A fork in the road: two hands controlling the ship’s steer.
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..oh, if you must..