the flower i think i grow tensionslike flowersin a wood wherenobody goes each wound is perfect,encloses it self in a tinyimperceptible blossom,making pain. pain is a flower like that one,like this one,like that one,like this one 1
the flower
the flower
i think i grow tensions
like flowers
in a wood where
nobody goes
each wound is perfect,
encloses it self in a tiny
imperceptible blossom,
making pain.
pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like that one,
like this one