This is my last favour

The last time I swore was the last
In this vain trade words don’t mean much
A crippled heart don’t need a crutch

You can’t withdraw once the dice’s cast
This kind of last comes more than once
Back and forth, like a mad man’s dance

The unappreciated is past
I’m opening my ban once more
Take all you can, don’t ruin its floor

Some of the best things have foul taste
Who prays when facing a lion
Here’s my falling shoulder, lean on

This phase will pass like the last, fast
I am trading but not for gains
Not every kind of hurt brings pains

Thomas Tee 2emm Bot

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