i always had your tongue
and a peace of an ending mind
wheat in the field
crosses that are mine to bare
is the devil someone who cries?
or just a masquerade
kissing lips with god
like petals of the flower, we die young
my mother smuggled me over
a borderline of love and abuse
sweet things of disposition
kiss me till the blood draws
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if not human
الشعرthe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
