my clock's ticking.
no matter how much
I scope the sky,
no matter how much
I check the mirror,
no matter how much
I stare at the screen..
I won't get a reply.
the mirror spills it straight:
no sweet talk,
no playing nice,
no handouts.
it's all laid bare:
your face,
your bod,
your years.
not your
freakin genes,
not the damn
culture code,
not your role,
not life's insurance
for all the maybes,
none of it
matters a damn.
so, shall we roll the dice?
shall we flip off that f…..g
morality?
skip trying to outshine?
let's burn through life in a bar,
throwing wild parties and whatnot,
going on one-night stands!
my clock's ticking.
how about yours?
no sweet talk
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You seem to be blessed,
Who's able to hear
How the clock's ticking.
Good luck.
Алёна Антипова 2 29.01.2024 20:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Who's able to hear
How the clock's ticking.
Good luck.
Алёна Антипова 2 29.01.2024 20:24 • Заявить о нарушении
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