They do not weigh me down, it is
only the wickedness of others.. sins.
It really frightens me, knowing God
knew, you would confess it to me.
Yet, you said when you look in the
mirror you are ready for the world
here I come, watch out, death free.
I travel the hot line, down the middle,
the world is again, one pink oyster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mind blowing commpression....