Near sighted

sorenbarrett

Distracted by a white picket fence, thought painted home my defense
An ideal love with children there, growing green grass not a care
While all around the world turns, people die while peace burns
Under a blackened sky, I turn a closed myopic eye

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2025 03:00
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