criss-cross cuts wer those..'i made dem'! .. tru every length of her face..
holy****, that must've hurt... not the cheek i 'dreamt', but the chick i 'gleant'.
she was my curse, yet i wanted her.. she was the one, the only one!
now
she has left me.. but with a lot to smile on.. yep.. the day her
symphonic arms added grip to my random ones.. the day i wish... was just
'my last'.. the very day.. my very love..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem