Remaining Along Sea
Morning of ash, I always stayed with the invite of ash.
But, I don’t think they return scatter me.
“Why you can’t be the ash?” they asked
“Because I have been ash”
The woman that never speak out cut herself her tongue.
Again who tongue will snap?
Do you understand my language?, I will you.
But, now my sleeping was forward the forever death.
Yes, blue, and gray, then the sadness who anyone doesn’t need
Implicated my fat body. I’m the rock, 200 lb.I can’t enter your bottle.
No, blue, and gray, then at the end,
the success who everybody need wasted away grgradually.
Think, I drunk with the little fuel.
1. Your lip/ Ash
2. Your sister’s lip/Ash
That mean I’m not a gay.
Right, the ash of morning will fly into the sky.
I make burn someone with worse ash.
And, I will say about “Nothing..” with remarks.
Thwelt Di Nwe
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