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L and M Igor L.
I send my cry too far
but nobody hears it.
Make me a mask of lies,
While Im searching inside.
What lies within?
Turn to empty words.
How can I define?
May I try to define?
Life … Mind … and Soul
Life, Mind, Soul,
Its all so confusing…
A pale cold rhetoric…
Just like an illusion…
Of what I would like to be.
My precious flame seems like
Any futile light.
The fellow man I deny
A mirror of the shame I hide
I hide…
Try to conceal
But my flesh will always be weak
Dive deep into me
Air lacks, will never reach.