on the villa's balcony, smell of Chanel on papillae
an old siamese cat lays, while a soaked diary takes her rest
for the fountain pen's ink had smell of faint success.
the sugar smell like snow
a spilled tea smelt of rose
diving into mildness and hollows
the odeur follows;
alas! a hail of thunders had came like swords,
it had smell of blood, of rust and warmth;
but the earth smells fancy, and my flowers are in love.
in light, and in truth,
the red white days, balmy as bright weather
will peter, in no such way.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
on the villa's balcony, smell of Chanel on papillae
an old siamese cat lays, while a soaked diary takes her rest
for the fountain pen's ink had smell of faint success.
the sugar smell like snow
a spilled tea smelt of rose
diving into mildness and hollows
the odeur follows;
alas! a hail of thunders had came like swords,
it had smell of blood, of rust and warmth;
but the earth smells fancy, and my flowers are in love.
in light, and in truth,
the red white days, balmy as bright weather
will peter, in no such way.
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