a few last words

An anthology on bad verses. (Poetry #1 - 27.6.2016)

In which two lovers share an affair in room 93

wooden chips and wooden faces

cry with mama moon

in the name of whoever sees all, i gather the will to project my sins, but how will i know that one is listening, judging? i keep everything to myself.

Hiéreme, porque me has herido siempre, me volvi adicta al dolor, al dolor que me produces. Te odio. Colaboración con @rocioana40 #1 libro de la saga "Destrucción"

but i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you

Everyday I find a poem I like and share it with you.

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