Mac Che

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The atom of blood on the nib of pencil, no eyes to brush it; stories of the teardrops on the path of torn poems; the leaf of banana is now the merciful shelter of the head of the eraser; poet or poetry is swimming on the watercolor of life wonderfully and I lost everything egotistically ~ give me love, give me love and give me love


Blind Poet Mac Che
from the world of ultimate God~

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