Empty words like a poet
And draw smiles that don't
Exist...
He lies for the heck of it
Just because he feels like it!
If one day he accidentally
Swallows his tongue
He would die...poisoned
- By his own lies!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Out to the world I went It was a beautiful summer Spring like day My backyard needed some care and, Unlike other days, I was ready to work...
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