spinning velvet in blue
and imbue with countless ambers
another night blooms
waves of dreams haunting me
broken sleep until the dawn
Friday, July 18, 2014
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That was a shed , my preschool , With a roof of dried palm leaves A shattering and old one The teacher there was An old man wit...
