poem_word: love you more than love

peek, do not look, why?
because I am shy;
love me, do not like
my hands are cold
not my heart, not my love
so love me love, because you are love!

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poem_word: inside the beauty of hell

she is an angel from hell
find innocent faces in heaven
all we see is a sin-concert for her
but what about the wicked disease?
deep it dwells inside the men — 
of heaven, of the holy land;