performance is a glass of wine
you hold it gentile and smile
to winters confused by time
the fire of words melts intentions
the ice of lies plays stories
you hide yourself and your eyes
online in public discourses
Winter confuses hearts with awards
day is a baby born in the body
of old blind life of the same hopes
hundreds of status prolongs ties.
600 friends are new events
kissing each city in their hands,
you become attractive to catwalk of miles
on wide forehead world of 2 styles.
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