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Homesick
Sometimes hummed a song that you
Poetic
Writing on white paper
Lacrimal
The privately pouring
Road
You go and do not like to go again
...
Only a short distance between you and me
Dining broken
Pile
That is fading
Two wineglass
The hand that trembles
Do not want to stand
Do not want to go back
that time
You will see my back
And wound
And blood dripping
And a sword is yours
This
A breath
be my guest
What
Today
Drink
My blood

by shiva poorang

p.s:

I know
it's ridiculous
Other lust
what should I do?
A little bit of English writing