I am sweet praising-words
Come through with no efforts
Each letter of mine coalesces into
For your hours of clock spent to
I leave you with an artistic buoyancy
Heart warmed with all vibrancy
Now, I am just dying slow
At the hands of criticism or ego
I am only condensed to a few
With gadgets and technologies new
I squeeze through, out of compulsion
I lost core and sense not to mention
Value me real or else just too late
Give me to the deserved, not just mate
Cause I am sweet praising-words
Come through with no efforts
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