three best poems:
Imagine that the purpose of the hypocritical
probably kills the fallen like a house of the storm
dissolution of madness dies
I often fight the sun with a black darkness
lie forgotten about the hidden sun
Cross existence admires her slowly
...
She
has demon
spit secretly hunger for deceitful broken sun
cleaning up our painful ghosts see forever
the mother hides the suffering of sick crimes
is only now lost tear penalty ...
meets its intended...
Every mother
to cry
someone is full of hidden tear hypocritical reality
already looking for the death of someone
and if it looks on you?
I see the sun as each pass in silence
admires the seemingly omnipresent...