Three white lines-
Not ******* anymore-
Just the adidas tracksuit
on the street corner, in St. Petersburg.
Or perhaps-
in the abstract works of Miro en la Reina Sofia...*
What wild fantasies I have.
Will they ever be realized?
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Three white lines-
Not ******* anymore-
Just the adidas tracksuit
on the street corner, in St. Petersburg.
Or perhaps-
in the abstract works of Miro en la Reina Sofia...*
What wild fantasies I have.
Will they ever be realized?
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