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High Life

we are cute till we are stupidly good

after that we switch on bad stuff and pretend

to do the wise guys

 

the world is full of beloved things

and used people

sometimes the roles are changing

to beloved people and used things

 

actually we are here to do and undo mistakes

not to specialize in fakes of perfection

 

there is no problem we are predestined to carry

after all everyone will carry his death away

 

you must just expect the days to see you

with their own eyes

with their suns and plants and all relatives

 

let them gather more and more to see you

days and nights with their wondering stars

at least a moment to see your face

just how

it is

 

and let them say:

woo-ow!

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george-g-asztalos
52 / M / Romanian
Published
Apr 13, 2014
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