Poems
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Love triangles demand precision
Climbing small hills
Or pouring wine on plants
Or holding a cock without closing a single eye
Enjoy your musical range
Je suis malade
It is a background for the mopping
I wish you know life is endangered
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