My soul was called Mary by unknowed autor traslated by Ann Wood"My soul was called Mary ..."
Love me. I'm perfect.
I gave you God. Do not thank me.
I can be the proud humble.
Maria is my soul. Forgive her.
You have invented the predatory hatred ...
If you hate, then you loved it.
And generosity resembles a danger.
And the cross is tall - to be visible.
From minuses I have grown pros.
The eyes were not bonded to the eyebrows.
Megaloman is every earth quake,
shook the first page of the newspaper.
I give my heart like a lamb.
After fasting with love, he will savor you.
Night is the intention of noon.
You killed him. I hope you are forgiven ...
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2018-12-26 at 22:13
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