The Soil
The reddish
grave
is the do ,
else what the soul
swallowing my turn ,
the following
unfortunate .
Been the pieces of
what under I ,
or the kisses why
thunder my of ,
or the pathetic body
that the soil ,
even
the what the
compassionate it ,
somehow
upsides down and
down ,
and on so ..
Copyright © Emre Karatas | Year Posted 2006
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