Flying low all the highs l now why
do you?
Love is copy and paste in the sand
me with you.
Love is the last dinosaour*only one *
last whale*only one*
you are here.
Love is the warm whisper of breath
on my flesh before
death.
Love is some englis wench probably
french who thinks im eighty eight
her bad my loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem