I've lived the life of manhood,
The golden age, the Tang dynasty,
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Now, my life no more converges,
and doesn't have a boundary.
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I'd make sense to myself first,
But wear reversed habit.
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I'd take my anger unsweetened,
but look, I'm used to rhyming.
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Oh, how am I evaluated?
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you are in perfect shape, my dear.
ReplyDeletelove yourself, be easy.
take good care.
:)
Nice poem!
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