BREAD | ΤΕΛΙΚΗ ΕΚΔΟΧΗ
Every day came for bread
He stretched his hands dirty wounded
He was hiding in a plastic bag next day.
Tomorrow will again be
Waiting asking for a blessing.
He did not come.
No more will come.
He stretched his hands dirty wounded
He was hiding in a plastic bag next day.
Tomorrow will again be
Waiting asking for a blessing.
He did not come.
No more will come.
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