Open air

The sounds are all gone

In daily use

Open air all around

shake red tongue

No particles in the alliance

Poets raising

Then his wounded face

Earthly?

Heavily the weight of his chest

Open with a generous hand

Mahini is like a mother

Wants to be a lady

The trick of sleep is the water of work

Now at the base of navel

I haven’t done it yet

In the previous bed.

Nothing lile this cup

It doesn’t break

Winter goes by and summer goes

Sweat particles do not freeze

Always to yourself

Innocent defeat

He keeps a secret and draws two eyes

The night is short

Two irregular melancholy

Bow down

Hold a deep pose

Thigh rights

Like an odorless flower

Prepared in spring

The coin less serpent plays

By Own tune.

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