No more of me
I won’t keep it
No more of me
I am so bored with
No more being lost
In threatening dreams
No more being frost
All over and inside
No more of me
I can tell
No more if me
It won’t go well
No more of it
No more she cried
But no one would
Listen to her
No more she wrote
On that toilet wall
No more she wrote
And there hangs on
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these two lines are very nice martine. No more being frost All over and inside