A claim, if only to fix those mistakes.
Egregious in errors.
Make another comparison.
A sickness in perfection.
Look at you.
Just another ant in an ant hill.
Just eat your fill
Cause that's the only deal.
Keep spinning the wheel.
With magic of the unheard, buried deep in the reservoirs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem