Off the Touchings
Many my the dealings for wasted
Heavy my the soaked feelings though tasted
The first comes
And the third guns eye
Off the touchings from the deep graved
For it did you not the second
But the befored somehow gone
And dig the eye done .
Life lines ,
And already the lives die
Up supremacy beneaths the sights
Then such highs pour eye
As dying as
And that my saying says
Copyright © Emre Karatas | Year Posted 2006
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