Miley_Lovato
Wed, 15/04/2020 - 18:39
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Our dear angel
The lion pit
Is still real.
It is impossible for us to get out of it:
It's a slogan [saying]: “Falsehood”.
Our dear angel
Eats roots and then
He sleeps in bushes underneath the trees,
But he will never be a slave.
Smoke and mirrors:
[Those] with no reason flash on the ground
Like prostitutes who – during the night – sell
A merry basket full of love, that is never love.
[They are just] fear and alienation,
And not what you say:
Those wrinkles have been existing for too many centuries,
And you cannot make them up anymore.
Our dear angel
Is young – you know? –:
The fishnets prevent him to fly freely,
But he never resigns.
Cathedrals obscure
His white wings, [that] are no more white.
Still, our ambitions lighten the dark,
Lighted tracers point him the [light] blue.
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Miley_Lovato
Wed, 15/04/2020 - 18:39
jackiechan
Wed, 15/04/2020 - 22:42
Done, thanks for the notification.
Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stand With Ukraine!
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