World OblivionA Poem by AprilDiscovering the pleasures of escapismSometimes it's hard to welcome changes And learn the art of letting go; It's only fortune that arranges And doesn't even let me know. I need the key to solve the riddle And make the scattered pieces fit; I'm stuck somewhere in the middle Between your truth and my deceit. The answer's got, yet I'm not trying To find the question that relates; The escapism of my denying Reveals the World Oblivion's gates.
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Added on February 4, 2012 Last Updated on February 4, 2012 AuthorAprilSt. Petersburg, RussiaAboutApril – Creating to Destroy “I'm wild and sometimes even heartless-can-be, I'm fond of collecting illusions to ruin, I'm breaking the rules life has written for me, "Create to destro.. more..Writing
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