MY DAYS...

My days are like pages
Of funny useless book.
Tears,legs and ages
You can see here.Look-
This is my town,
Only lipstick and smoke,
All colours are brown,
TV,beer and work.
Black doves in our heaven,
Black blood in our veins.
I ask you - what we are having?
Big hearts and helpless brains.


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