THE FRUITLESS!!

But yet another soul is getting scraped,
Maybe soon enough to wander through!
The lack of love without a ribbon shaped,
Though perhaps an only needs a few.

Never had a thought about the rest,
Being taken by the hope and pressed.

Against each other way too busy placing!
I searched for something else around between,
There was never any separating!
How many those who thought were seldom seen.

Not like depending on a ribbon shaped!
To wander through this very great divide,
That lack of kindness had so badly scraped.
But life is easy when its hands are tied.

Only hope as though it might unravel,
Never ever could become a token!
Except the sadness from a bloody angle,
Such a pity yet remain unbroken.

Troubled by the fear of being pressed,
A loss of love and then forget the rest.
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A while with something very badly scraped!
No lack of pity on an awful token!
Would rather need another ribbon shaped,
Know how many years remain unbroken.

When not having any separating,
This life is such an easy way to rest!
But nothing ever felt so busy placing,
A hope for those whose hands were fully pressed.

As soon as there was only passing through.
Yet the thought of such a bloody angle!
That never had become a chosen few,
Even though the other could unravel.

Then perhaps a moment from between,
Blinded by the fear of being seen.