Dear Life Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Dear Life



Dear life,
Hanging on for it
How are you anyway?
Him, not so well
Unofficially and indirectly,
His culture has grown shapeless,
Very disfigured, a nightmare villain
Took a different culture,
Still looks less firm, more infirm
Read the signs, but the signs were stolen,
Maintained order collapsed
Logging off,
Locking the pages,
Nothing more can be said

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