End of the day,
All is said and done.
The palm tree won't say
To whom victory belongs.
I suffer from miopia,
Can't see very well.
You believe in utopia,
Sets the clock by the bell.
My heart is still naive,
Velieves in happy endings.
Yours, joy sneers,
Box in the feelings.
Hidden by brunches
I find a path.
You still lean on crutches,
Looking at the past...
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