Wrongly destroyed but recovered
Frightened by creatures you trust
Tied to ungrateful desire
Washing your face with the dust
Crashing your most hidden channels
Building invincible walls
Being encaptured by manners
Manners of low-costing dolls
What if we die for a second
Warm-blooded essence in us
Will catch your spirit red-handed
One breath – and you’re paralyzed
More than prepared for suddenness
Being confused and distressed
Stuck in continuous drunkenness
Now we’re totally messed
What if we say something stupid
Weird, disgustingly blurred
Though performance is ruined
Words will be finally heard
Wrong but right
© Copyright: Виктория Горлова Ли, 2017
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