A name is just a name,
A style anybody’s style;
Call a namesake,
Mirror falls on the ground,faking a cracking sound;
A set of broken beliefs pretending the wooden shelf,
Of what it is known when all a part of self.
Words are here to fail, lie and confuse,
Falter every time, of little or no use;
The patient page is yearning to sleep,
With all names and styles,been guarding the sheep;
In sameness, difference steals a place,
Desperate show in the blank resides a space.
Shameless rootless root that did not break the gene,
Names, actions
of a kind can a style imagine.
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