i need less of your spine this time,
bit more of your past life
don't fake balls to me today
it won't fetch applause
your smirk suits your lips
matching your cautious sips
divine, is what they'd say
don't you
your jump for the conclusion
deep triumph hangs with the abysmal
i tip you into toeing
you brag of steady balance
snails get the full ride
they're smart and easy to kill
my goals were fine, sir
till you came along
fuddu saala.
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