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Antic
Maybe life is just a joke,
And we live as a sense of humor.
Everything might be a lie,
And whatever is said was just a rumor.
Maybe earth itself,
Is stuck in a huge container.
In a room where monsters live in,
they draw our life, and be our painter.
Maybe some human beings,
Are monsters in disguise.
That landed on earth to abhor us,
And in their hand, our soul dies.
Maybe I'm just a puppet,
That fell onto the wrong hand
Who Perished from the world,
And now lives in a hollow land.
N.H
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poesía[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
