Love is the one must-have component of any success
ful sovereignty. I place my open palm upon this desk.
Its blue hearts add severity to the American airplanes
buzzing about our bruises. The distances bleed into a
horizon of hand-held elections. I have only this hot gun.
I removed it from its beloved holding place, but assistance
is required in getting us back to our cool tents. I love us.
But for the challenge of reviving this honest war, I am
a heartfelt Afghan who cannot afford a firm stance. Don’t
buzzing about our bruises. The distances bleed into a
horizon of hand-held elections. I have only this hot gun.
I removed it from its beloved holding place, but assistance
is required in getting us back to our cool tents. I love us.
But for the challenge of reviving this honest war, I am
a heartfelt Afghan who cannot afford a firm stance. Don’t
hold me so that I collapse like a building. Least important
is our saga of duress; these nothing-doings which appear
as modesty on my face-with-a-blank-upon-it. Plot is a
faulty development (no scars on this hard husk). Why fore
cast when the economy affirms it’s just our dumpy desk?
faulty development (no scars on this hard husk). Why fore
cast when the economy affirms it’s just our dumpy desk?
