Look inside to feel the curse
You sit down and write a story.
You realize, the time is false
And you are the same and only...
Lines dance for words
And phrases play with you together.
You realize, the time is false
It never comes back, forever.
Help me, repat the time!
Help me forget about my finish.
Tell me, how to say
That our soul is not the fake.
We all will go and never back
The story was covered by fug
But lines still live
and look inside
My soul is in this phrasing time
A phrasing time
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2017
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