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Click hereOrbs of Life:
Two globes of the earth:
Provider of life.
Rough to the touch yet wet to the bite.
Sustenance.
Soft to some, hidden to most.
The truth rarely uncovered,
Yet to this small parasite;
Their access unrivalled
Life or death hangs
At their source.
Warmth hidden, freedom denied,
Brought as heroines once they hear the cry.
Shunned though their purpose fulfilled.
Some seek to free them; self-degradation?
Loving they seek abuse they find.
To get perfection the two combined.
Tools and toys, touched twisted and turned
Their uses abound
Their treasures not found.
Once, flattened out of sight,
Grown now with great might,
Like day on the new horizon.
To savour a sight once unknown
Mans greatest quest,
But even the sun must set:
Cold claims the end and
They shall fall: never rise again...