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Mikrokosmos

  • Writer: nicola
    nicola
  • Apr 23, 2019
  • 1 min read

Our washed-out clothes huddled at the back Moonlight peeking through the lacunary crack Shadows bowed and played pirouette I was dancing with your silhouette Bright were the eyes were the stars were we The taste of love whispered: Je' taime Hiding without seeking in the tiny closet, Where we found our mikrokosmos deposit.

 
 
 

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