Thursday, 6 February 2020
Zing!
The little kiss which travels through several dawns reflected upon mighty oceans stuck on tiny Orion's of broken wall clocks which tick to the flicker of penetrating gaze upon mango motifs rained upon green curtains of white flashes stuck inside a thought cell of emblazoned daydreams is scented with your smile.
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