Stuck in a land, a little like my own,
Growing old bones and thick piecemeal confluences
sights unseen
Unsettling, tepid in the knowing, folicules unknown
Growing old bones and thick piecemeal confluences
sights unseen
Unsettling, tepid in the knowing, folicules unknown
Missing my opera afficineadoos, the photographers,
who would very much make this work,
This world,
Their own.
who would very much make this work,
This world,
Their own.
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