My poem my city..
I enter it, with all my sins
Where the eyelids are not closed
And comfort such as the fragility of the cloud becomes.
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I enter it, with all my argillaceous heaviness
Strip off in front of her, every dream and every memory
Then I walk in it such as walking
In a big forgetfulness neighborhood ..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem