in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry. but the well's drying up now. crapshoot for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale.
Vertaling: Link 80. Want die wyding.
stared understandably scared In some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me from my poetry But the world's drying up now Crapshoot for the crown Blood
