Trailing Spaces...

Gaps between the veracity and fantasy
Makes me put in a lill more oddity

I crave to soar high, with no one to scout
On my fantasies … with a dim doubt

There are these trailing spaces
But I hate those wailing faces
For the adore of verve I pray
To make me what they want, to make it grey

But Alas !! I feel this trough right there inside
N then I am lost in the circuitous beside

Its not too hard to understand my plunk
With all the passion… I still may flunk

But the trailing spaces still leave a chance
Just look back to give it a Glance…
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