Imperfect Human

Imperfect Human

I am the apparent
Solitary life among the odd porch

Then where eros?
Why do not you take me on the messenger herbs?
As they are the perfect diksa

Don’t curse the dark though pilarku berarir
And I did not have a gun, although my situation forced

Tired ..
Sometimes hollow in breathing life
But let it be
I still like blood clot
Though nothing unusual to me