Thanks for your effort then
God's transferred to London.
With him, my wife and children.
You
are the source.
I am,
though you are not here,
your fault.
I understand it was
one Million,
five Hundred
thousand
United States
dollars
only.
On my departure
I would like
to call you from London,
but all internatonal calls
are being monitored.
I will stop here,
once again,
remain blessed.
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trying to
search the meaning
ideas blossom
into my mind
how is it that
the saddest poems
are the only ones
that move me?
thanks for the effort
of each and every
blood drop
you leave in your poetry
I like this poem a lot, but all of them are completely amazing!
Hope to read more of them soon,
C U
down in Albion they’re black and blue, but we don’t talk about that. are you from round here? how do you do. I’d like to talk about that.
gin in teacups and leaves on the lawn, violence in dole queue's and pale thin girl behind the checkout
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