Monday, August 29, 2016

Like Any Other


The moon, like a slice of orange not lemon, like a hunter’s meticulous eye thirsty for blood,

hides behind the retro-looking & rusty shades of my 2.5 sized studio apartment,

while I ponder once again on the beckoning question of mind trips & soul searching.


24-8-2016

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