I cannot sprinkle sulphur
I cannot kill,
and do not know the flowers' soil.
I go sick with happiness
and in a fire of fever-pain.
I have no lucid thought
and my sleep burns me in long nights'
troubled dreams.
This is an altar for anyone to sacrifice in love,death and poetry. Because in this life, everything starts with Love.. Everything is Poetry.. Everything end up in Death!
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