At The End Of The Day.
Sometimes they are masked,They call themselves your friend,
But they are invisible to you,
When the day comes to an end.
They talk over in the corner,
When your eyes are occupied,
When the sun sets red,
Who is the one that has cried?
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2008-02-21 at 18:49
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