With nothing but pretence 28. 02. 2018
And slips through closed eyes.
The hopes were so high
That turned to be low lies.
Still, life is all that matters:
The way we live and die.
We send elusive letters -
To nobody they fly...
We seek another purpose
And want to find some sense.
But it appear bogus
With nothing but pretence...
01:01 28.02.2018
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