Franic to the realism you seek
constipated, now is not the time
talk to me later
frontal, freedom in the eyes of me
not you not ever
wish
sinister in their being
no way to understand
complete in my own meaning
cantacourous
crude
fruitful
no one knows
family temptress
together forever
i hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem