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Lifecycle

"Being alive, aging design,

Breeding awhile and leaving a died.

In them, leading strife-
to inspect his life,
exploring his fact,
to get him again.


Having goodness around,
Keeping moving away, he is-
Yelling within and
Calming away.

He lives in his world of angels and sky.
To shoot out an orb-
which is heading for him.

As when pure is impure 
And pride is a shame,
ease makes a strife
And harsh is a boon.

He lives like a boon,
Giving a smile,
Venting his tooth,
And making no tone."

...........................


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