A man's life is peppered with spices and scents, and odours and ills.He chooses which to inhale, carefully; with mind and sometimes, with spirit.
He triumphs, he fails.
He stares, he blinks.
He remembers, he loses it.
He dwells on imageries, he acts on impulse.
He stays, he quits.
He prays pardon, he turns back again.
He aches, he moans.
He tells, I go to hell.
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