We hop from one more party to another
Escaping from the stand alone complex.
Sometimes I really think that we would rather
Meeting off-line instead of thousands of clicks.
We hide in our glittering caves for safety,
While we should better leaving our cages.
I used to fly like there was no gravity,
But now I'm buried under tons of pages.
Don't think you are the one for whom she lingers,
Your plastic doves will never fly to heaven.
Your burning heart can't warm your icy fingers
In spite of being one of your eleven.
Shelleven
© Copyright: Анастасия Гарбуз, 2017
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