
Through the glass
Of my sunglasses
There are dromedaries,
Dust on my toes.
And it looks exceptional.
My inventary, my collection, my extraordinary animals.
Straight out of my dreams.
Like magical totems.
Posted on Mar 29, 2017 | 0 comments
Through the glass
Of my sunglasses
There are dromedaries,
Dust on my toes.
And it looks exceptional.
My inventary, my collection, my extraordinary animals.
Straight out of my dreams.
Like magical totems.
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