Chora mother
absolutely nothing hidden my sin suffering broken lives
nothing between me and die the death of beauty as the sun
idi?
iron madness reminds one of the ephemeral rose
lies flame
to the fault of the dream looks lonely dissociation
hypocritical weeping leaves
crow hands greedily looking at the horrific wound
yet fleeting abyss of the sky hurts
emptiness paragraph has
paragraph destroys city wildly...