Why this hell life not finish?
I'm smashed by each of Its moment
I've died in every day of it
Sometimes think of death
And a grey grave
Sometimes a little light appears at the end of my room
Through papers
The dry acid on them
Madness is it?
babe! Two ways standing on my road:
Your kiss
Death' s eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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