See perfection is made
Despite the feelings we feel
Create a life
Of paradise
While the paint starts to peel
Put on a happy face
While the tears start to race
Down your eyes
You paid the price
At least you had a taste
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Author:
ScottysArtHouse (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2023 14:52
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Comments1
I liked the metaphor of peeling paint. Yes indeed just give it a try. Well done.
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