Heart In A Language
In a language of the heart,
lumatan is my lips are silent on the porch arid
I cornered fear, staring at the sun WHO Wrath,
'there is no story, and timeless,
love bite Slowly,
My stone lust, tearing all over skin and body,
dark eyes "in the arid heart,
conscience like without the estuary,
Until Pls I will from some Tortured in pain,
by gusts of fragrance That Invites your passions ... ..
not as sweet tears the soul,
I shouted as loud as my late wounds,
call the names of Obscure,
then I was lying in the weeds,
anesthetized by crushing sense of taste,
Raging Within the soul of the sick mutilation testimony,
auhhhhh ... ...! Good night, my heart!
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