Im not bored, but I tell all the stories Talk all the stories, even where I dont like , this time instead of writing I know about the two Jeans of a malignant complex I know that people are no longer my temporary death I put it on the highway Non -good gesture for me again Sitting in front of you nervous and torn I no longer want to get the blade on the vein Smoke and sulfur, the hero of death
If I didnt love it, I wouldnt have been. Kurds For the explosion of my heart poem Box Box of Sad Sad Sad Flag Flags Send our generation to quarantine I was not joking with my poetry or with you I was joking. Song Bad Care, Long live this romance (2)
between these hundred highways is not a curved route No one behind me is the commander When you pull the sire in the ears of my lid I was a bit of a poem bomb You didnt get to the scene like laughing at our flock Lose in your heart, Ed Caron Night of Tigris Dead streets, remembering the veil behind the cells the kids and the rain, remember you, their mom Someone, for each other splashes again, I will be on the miles again open in the mine area, I will put my hands and feet
If I didnt love it, this song Bad Care, Long Long live this love, I would love to do this. I was I was on the road, my destination is here In the middle of Tahroun, the overcrowding of poetry and dreaming These days, we are going to complain about us ordinary, if it is hard to get in the middle of the month, in the middle of the month.
