L azy
What’s next, no
one’s around
I ntuitive
The form pure,
refinement purer
F un
Burnt to the core,
life is golden
E ager
Keep the oven lit,
something is brewing
K een
On the prowl, the
lion said
E nding
I can’t wait,
break it
E ntry
Let me in, what
can I do
P urpose
So oblivious, it
keeps changing
S eeing
Everything will be
better, no other possibility
G oals
Stacking up, such
fragility
O pportunity
It passes slowly,
grasp tightens
I need
Other people, stay
close
N ever
Because life can’t
be short
G uilt
A plague worsens,
to weak
O nly
Keys are
fingerprints, locks are singular
N urture
Your life, at the
expense of mine
F orgive
None other, than
myself
O lder
The aging, will
stop
R etrieve
What is ours, once
E ndure
Keep it coming,
wait
V illify
Self-evaluation,
faulty
E xpect
More, but it is
overwhelming
R eally these are the same, the
lock
Fits many keys,
unfortunately not
The
reverse.
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