screams, cries
run away lies
hopes dreams
fantasies
wants, needs
good deeds
guard down
the run around
words in the way
hatin life each day...
illusion
conclusion
hurtful words
revolving doors
wake up
then make up
its a new day
in every possible way
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I would like to translate this poem
what rythym what rythm, good