MÓNIKA TÓTH
DIRTY
Dirty grey morning.
You not love me-
Suddenly heavy rainfall
I SMILE HAPPILY
The sky is black
my heart is sick
my soul is broken
my life is torn
if
I thinking of you
I smile happily
I CRY
I am not good for you
early morning
the disappointment
licks my face..
I cry like a child
MÓNIKA TÓTH
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