All images of persons and all images of things Are almost disgusting and hopeless Simply because they express themselves in themselves, All images appear in my mind Like the fallen debris of pretty houses left By their owners or their occupants some time ago, In my thoughts all images are nonsensical and hysterical Simply because they look horrible, People fall into pieces and they become Like scattered pieces of things, Usually images are expressive, but These images are out of expression, Everyone and everything are not normal Because they look different in their shapes, It's like a bad image of our world That keeps coming in front of our eyes sadly, so We're waiting for another image to come soon To change our current world considerably.
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