Wooden Floor Impressions

Poem By Niko Tiliopoulos

This is darkness, this is rain,
the unfolding everlasting pain
of the lover
and I suffer
hoping in vain,
trading my love for money,
how easily one can become insane.

Ho... Ho... Ho...

Comments about Wooden Floor Impressions

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Insanity by herself is insane but blended with good sex is remarkable... Cool amigo della fuerto anemio Roger

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