Beggars Dream
Tebrau Strait, look at me
To the bottom of romance waves So that will be fertile
tree sign my death poem
Fruit that adorned her feelings
Stemmed words fun
poem ravenous
That's crazy, serene.
Waves Tebrau Strait
Impossible you have appetite to swallow
And planted me and romance What is nevertheless compelling to me for
Being grasped dream
Pun often gaped
Above the palm of the hand
That does not stop gaping
Begging
Pray, pray, later.
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