the white
the white i preferis the white from colombia
a pure white not cut
that puts you in heavens
i miss her, she is good
i stick to her
i have dried my blood for her
she carries me in dreams
to a place where soon
i will not recover
she is the white i prefer
amongst the whites
stronger than the extreme whites parties
where everyone is tainted the same
it's an orgy of delight
so strong so pure so rare
Poetry by yes, kant can
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Written on 2018-06-05 at 13:44
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