Poetry The Book.
The Book
Is surprising.
No letters on the book today
Gone where characters
With one sudden?
Morning morning
Dark clouds are up around
Dusty boxes of bags on street Odhkr
Children are sleeping with dirt
In the street outside the hospital
A young woman is dying from a terrible disease
Pabnd began washing clothes
In trying to avoid cold Himal porter
Instead of a meal Prhr
People are selling yourself.
I’m thinking one by one all the visual
Kode pitched consciousness kill,
Being acidic, the Pakte
‘m Losing myself in the wilderness experience.
How ????? Repeatedly only book
Time to tear into pieces
I hurt people’s lives Pdunga today.
Today on the book characters are not.
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