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THE MASK
I can’t see
But I can dream
It’s like wearing a blindfold
On my brown eyes
I can’t watch, but I can feel
All these weird wild vibes
All these angelic faces around me
But those diabolic souls surround me
Are they real or are they fake?
It’s like watching a blue snowflake
Falling for smiles and grace
All night murdering for a race
I can’t wait
Ti...
Saturday 1st August 2020 12:02 pm
TIME
Time is not a demon
He is many things but not
a murder
Neither is he money
nor power
He is wise enough
to be wise enough.
Time is not celebration either
Time is infinity, is immortal
He is wise enough to be wise enough
Sunday 19th July 2020 5:00 pm
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