Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
Some harsh facts of life…
In the land of Nóg the trees know all…
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