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Annoyed by me
For no reasons
A thing of perceptions
Lands both to stay apart
Voice of our tone
Muttered each other
As muscles to play
Till stings off the guitar
No eyesight in tune

After a couple of days
The fire comes to halt
Nature itself bestowed a tune
Without handshakes
Rooms can't be a home
Floor says I need you
Households says you own me

Once hands gets tired
A call is inevitable
Don't you know
I only bother for home
Silence is on my lips
As I can't place ornaments
On my  hip
But handful of work
Ends with handshakes
However annoyed by me
For some good reason I think.