A poem blind letters meaningless without dim light on the dim
poetry·@ceksan.awaknyoe·
0.000 HBDA poem blind letters meaningless without dim light on the dim
 I'm back. Many foreigners: water flowing color change, ship liner, eagles as well as mega leaning on the other equator; the taste of the sea has changed and I have a face also irradiated by other matari. Only The quiet stay. More deserted me on the curves of the road; more quiet anyway when between who hopes and who takes off. The left ear is still turned drawn anxiously intermittently as bright as ever thunder Two black eyes are the blue matahati two black eyes are very familiar miss language. Missing is not a woman's only and both are the same know, and both are without shame. Two black eyes sink in the fragrant flesh beauty without silk, without a rainbow. Two black eyes is a dimly lit house a cup of afternoon coffee and a hidden memory. I'm just a blind letters meaningless without dim light on the dim roof of our city even if you never say it. every conversation I vomited, You say; just drink the blood. Suddenly I'm confused Whose blood is this? We are never eternal always trying to trap the time even if we both know this pile of lonely corpses will never come true and leaving only the rancid in the cramped space my bedroom. Because, a never-ending dream in a scratch of fire disekujur your back. is me. 