Failure safe, <br />a hiding place, <br />useless beauty <br />in his eyes. <br /> <br />Hasty vacuums, <br />empty sounds <br />move everywhere. <br /> <br />The taste, <br />the break, <br />pretense. <br /> <br />It <br />all <br />does <br />not <br />make <br />sense.<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-pretense/
