I have a new poem a poem for the wall a poem for the misery for the debris
The city of Zandstast, dominating it something like something like a man
something cursed like something Any like the harassment O
The roof of the column poured Burnt Burned Burned Burning Column Ceiling Burnt Old Hoping O This cage has Every moment the smell of deepening Any color repeat
hopes if I am again ... Open Horizon Where Burnt Horizon Fire Oh Someone Burnt Open This is my gray life these are these
