silly we are, humans.
we stand in front a whatever immortality.
sinners we are, human beings.
we close our eyes in front a sequence of lying mortality.
innocent we are, children.
we choose to play, pac man in a monopoly’s game.
and this continue, to be continued.
poetry minimal poem love; sleep; snuggle; innocense; goodness
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Big Sal
Tue 11th Sep 2018 00:22
Second to last line killed.?