“ I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave. ”
Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.
~ Arzum Uzun
In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.
Don't feed your ego with my soul.
I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.