Thwelt Di Nwe
Not can accepted horses are running
That happened on the road, not different time
How distance was, on nearest hanged clothes, was
Dead body’s smell, unforgettable
Wherever, you will have in target zone
Else, how could do in the manner of art for your life?
Living, love, liability, or ing thinking
I knows, the momentum of God, spot of me
Thwelt Di Nwe
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