I lost so much of your beauty! A shop with no much except some necessities. The tick of every clock with fatigue Each second returns from the last breath. A mount within in plains where tourists feed their cameras Steal all the inches and flee. A bed of your decency, I slept Your dog licked and devoured my arm I just breathe slowly, slowly, devotion to your fragrance You permit me use of your old, dirty shirt. Like a patient etherized upon a bed I gaze all your evilness... and I search a dying soul in you. You Shaded with no color Let me introduce you to evil. © Burhan
