It's just too much for a little girl —
Got sick from cough by his smoke - vintage cigarette holder — my father,
You peel my shed — even secret itself needs to learn how to hide.
Lacerated my flesh shield — replenish my maroon,
Make me feel some fresh of new — now I'm standing in the court room, and..
the judge is the moon.
Such a cool gentleman in my skull,
Environment is full of calls because of you.
Attractive is not a math —
It's a new kind of moron subject..
and I'm so excellent in representing it.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMelayu: Ini adalah puisi yang mempunyai pelbagai perspektif tersendiri. Bacalah dengan teliti dan bayangkan dengan berhati-hati. English: Hi my hasanahs, I hope my poetry would bring something special to your heart and the world. Have a nice road an...
