The World's a pin,
as the star in the pool bottom
fade your soul over roam
my way to my heaven.
Not the world does not lie
a poem under the blankets
twisted for the mouth
feeling the lips of the teeth beginnings.
Like the thick undergrowth
grilled smash the laptop on your lap
the only moving part in us stand
endless swamp give the merciful orgasm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem