Like others, i have needs
Unlike others, I have the pen to express with
Some of others produces need to feed one's need
I am searching hopelessly whose i feed
At the end of my hope, throne comes to me on feet
I leak my pen before
And bent my knee
Being ready to feed his to mine
My words are rumors.
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