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love, it’s hurt, or similar as a something smells dirty

the music ,
such a beautiful

do you know
the flowers ,
whispring...
the drunker’s love,
waiting for the moment
brightly hug of
well ,
smells like a star or sparkle

just like a woman voise
touches my skin
maybe strolling on
with the knife’s rocky peak,
what about your lips
or the night of istanbul
maybe strolling on
with two broken peaces of a mirror
working for taking the blood away

maybe ,
does not make me feel that much

a guitar
erases my tears
cries me,

again
and again
cries me
erases them

chord of the guitar entres inside the vein

i’m crying
so what ?