Saturday, January 9, 2021

The Wall

They bang their head on you 
To get themselves a version new, 
They think now they'd be love 
But the world's like dove, 
It flies and change it's place 
 Like in cards, after heart it's ace 
They must go back to the same, 
As new takes a lot to get this fame.
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