S auntering in the road-side; slow breeze is getting high,

L amenting on how I couldn't figure; the deadlocks throughout,

I lluminates a dark moon; with the brushes of dark clouds,

P leasing is too much; when it's just slippery slope,

P ampered that every form; yet it's stumbling down,

E ager-eyes are gawking now; far from the races trice,

R inging an infinity bell; wish if it's slow gaze,

Y earning for one step; even when there are thousand escape,

R abid holes are here & there; if one considers to fill up the gears,

O ccult rays, grazing down — in the middle, with no hurdles

A ccumulating the choices once; it's a do or die, right?

D earth of mediocre lights; the path is full of rides,

S low down dear for a while, what if there's an actual deer?

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