Like spinning plates
While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body is floating down the muddy river
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body is floating down the muddy river
posted by . at 4:55 PM
3 Comments:
what a poem..............khastam in shero.......khastam alan in akso beram
WHERE`S UR ARCHIVE????
DID U ERASE THEM ALL?
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من
دوستش داشتم
Frosti ra pak kardi??...
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