My soul is like a button-
shining but peppered with holes.
Though fragile, at times stubborn
till it fades and takes a toll.
I spin a yarn to appease
with spicy colourful threads.
New flavours erase the crease,
and iron out the loose shreds.
And as the lore weaves and pours-
the soul gets a fresh decor.
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