THE SURFACE OF REALISM
at this point, if you want to buy me, you can
but my conscience couldn't be sale, it's
only a self-esteem, which doesn't
permit me to die off season,
I'm the wild creeper of
ruined temple, able
to survive in the
acute
summer, winter or rain, in every situation, -
I know the need of life, but not so
blind that I will keep every
thing mortgage, my
persona has too
meaning,
maybe
insignificant in your eyes, but it's also truth
the dimond emerges from the coal,
need only the connoisseur,
do not underestimate
the depth of eyes,
in it anyone
who has
dipped never appeared on the surface of
realism - -
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