Its about looking
into the mirror.Mirror image of a long
forgotten past.
Past life
& lies.
Tell me another babe.
a sunny future blinds me by
its sight.Sight unseen.
Seen this a thousand miles
from here.
Here lies a disparate life,
totally bummed out
by the game of love.
love is it really spelled that way.
Or is it money. pt.2 lter
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