in a library
what do i do?
in my shoe
i blew
and it grew
in a library?
the question remains
what do i do but slit my viens?
the blood crawls out
soon i will have blood drought
cry like a boy scout
then there is nothing to talk about
the question remains
in a library
what do i do?
in my shoe
i blew
and it grew
in a library?
the question remains
what do i do but slit my viens?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing! Are you talking about stagnation? I'm confused!