We will not feel the blood
obviously

A warm  river will pass
from the cheekbone bed

And filtering pedigree
from the chin while
will exchange love from lip

Probably
The hardness I caught when I was holding your hand
Cırculation will not go on
in your breath

But don't worry
Is it okay?

A few greedy banknotes
and coin ego will remain
From you to you memory

Deceiver heart
tiredness while awaking
Stalkaches will born dead
hope love will in prosthesis palms