three best poems:
Dog
destroys the host of the mouth
I am
he runs away again in the penalty from a single trappy longing
but suffer emptiness of despair
ruddy Satan comes before the end of treacherous
the sun hurt...
Every sun
fight back with the passing
shadow of the past is not dead before the wind
ber of the night, strange dreams
leaving sob
Imagine the beauty of the past that loses nothing in despair
Satan tempts...
Life
and if the heart failed forgotten much of it as absurdzie?
hand dreams of him
to destination
host of the past dance unsteadily
sick of fighting full cross disaster angel
wound show last red...