Books say lies. TV’s untrue.
People are deceiving you.
Style is cute, style is rude…
It’s unimportant. They delude.
You change a channel, rend a page.
You smile and try to hide your rage.
But comes a flash you can’t surmount.
You burst… You get away to Mount.
White noise can purge your littery mind.
It’s a way to feel strong wings behind.
Life fills your body drop by drop.
You are revived by your top.
You can smile. You can fly.
You can forgive me for my lie…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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