She stands leaning
against the wall, wearing
a camoulflage shade,
and she admits,
it's the new fashion.
She looks at me and winks -
"See, this is my camouflage.
The one you prune
and deforest is me."
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
She stands leaning
against the wall, wearing
a camoulflage shade,
and she admits,
it's the new fashion.
She looks at me and winks -
"See, this is my camouflage.
The one you prune
and deforest is me."
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