Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Faceless Journey
An insider was asking:
this was a very troubling question.
Why a culture becomes sick,
burns the book,
and beheads a god?
Forgive my loincloth. This
century was becoming very hot
till the nose bleeds
and fills the cauldron
of kiss.
The dust was settling
on the pages of history.
Strangly you want now a
sexless death. Porn and religion
were making you realy mad.
poem
by
Satish Verma
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black