Boomerang
Pristine faces could be deceiving
Like a masquerade in the making
Don't trust too much, even the friendliest hand
It could cast a spell like a magic wand
But guilty conscience can kill
Like the blades of a sickle
Hold your faith and lay still
Let their echoes make them fickle
September 26, 2022, 9:53 AM
13.3771° N, 121.1646° E
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2022
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