Lies are but food
To this World
Years of seeing facts
This I’ve learnt
Snakes…
Come in different shapes
And wait…in the shades
Wounds that seem fresh
Soon they heal
Flowers that cry
Shed fake tears
And snakes…
Come in different shapes
And wait…in the shades
Keep it safe
Don’t be true
Innocence
Is a tool
That your scene
Your excuse
One more piece
That you moved
Snakes…
Come in different shapes
And wait…in the shades
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buena dieguito....en cierta medida derepente pensamos lo mismo....espero no se cruze en mi camino de nuevo alguien asi.
un beso
y gracias por estar ahi...
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