Jun 2019
Greece burned its sins in the days of Rome,
City of wrinkled roads like the crushed pillow
From a sleeping lover who left long ago.
The sea tends to its wool-gathering of sands.
City of wrinkled roads like the crushed pillow
From a sleeping lover who left long ago.
The sea tends to its wool-gathering of sands.
(54/M/Virginia)
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