BLACK STORY
The past becomes a stain
Smeared by black story
When a bad view
Tear off the buck
When isolated from the crowds
Mute noiseless
... You would not know
How does it feel in Sneered
By bitter thorn
In every corner of the lips
A gap expletives
Here and there
Bitter,
If given the wound
Luka story of my black
Together quietly hidden hearts
Behind the pain leaves themselves
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Black Story
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