Thick Mucus Dry Pregnant?

Children's nothing

To these children nothing
At these toddlers destiny
To these kids the summer
That sweeps in the fall
At these angels suicide
When Leaves

They smell of wet
From what the storm passed
They feel sin
some rotten fruits
The dreams faded
From the desire of boredom

I evil mother so I spread

their lives in front of temples, mosques, churches
In the dense streets, platforms gray
But there's nobody who wants that 'we say
I evil earth yes

They have no right
That in oblivion
And it was not you
Who will say no or yes

write their dreams
Under the lies
the origins of their lives
I write, j'éponge
These nonsense
And I extend
Just their "if"

I seasick
When I write
I do not forget your mothers
I failed
I the evil of this earth
To my underworld registered

would have been paradise
But paradise
For other
Those without envy
My words are left unsaid
My words are not yours

Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/