To begin with a distant past…
after birth we seek a way
to justify our living instead of
placing priorities by the day
to find something, a true love.
to begin with
a distant past
to end with
a mind harassed
i’ve seen this world of gold and furs,
a bunch of junk and humorless cracks,
all set to ignore all that’s yours
while denying all the facts
so,
NO
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