Every pain has no face.
I look at you, every day, in disgrace...
What for you are still climbing
To that no-face-pain behind you?!
Being miserable and poor
Isn't the best way to endure.
And still You are the only one
Who can make a run
For that new version of your world
If you inside are not too old.
Things could be fixed
© Copyright: Юлия Басалаева, 2013
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