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Waves of dreams Images of their bodies Glimpses of actions Their minds, poorly depicted By whom wanted them perishing Or those whose self-love is vanishing

Sharpened words Rubbing over their souls Slopes of smiles hiding malice Their price is themselves die Though their thought could help many Or their pride could make some feel liked

They aren’t We’ll squeal They are still, please, clap We can only praise their faces Their names are rugs under our feet And their ideas pressed under our sayings

We can’t ask But analyze They aren’t to be heard Their intentions can’t be simple Their mistakes should be unraveled Till they are found awful

Once their paths Transgressed thoughts Their lives made stories Their acts spread across sites Their names turn into melodies All unknown, but told by many