Pineapple from Thailand

My country is dying.

 

I'm losing gifts

climbing

after your step song

with mustard flavor.

 

A drop of rain settles

in my eye

and you drink your coffee.

They see you at the table

slices of pineapple from Thailand.

🌷(3)

◄ Wound in the genes

Angels on the wall ►

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