Faults and faults,
That is all they see,
It is like it is always my mistake,
Something they always breed,
From looking at a distance,
What seemed so quiet,
Was nothing but distorted,
Still they squeal and squeal,
Maybe its all an illusion,
Something they all have misperceived!
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Faults and faults,
That is all they see,
It is like it is always my mistake,
Something they always breed,
From looking at a distance,
What seemed so quiet,
Was nothing but distorted,
Still they squeal and squeal,
Maybe its all an illusion,
Something they all have misperceived!
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