I don't recognise you clearly but I think you were a grotesque infant whose soul burned when its feet touched the arid breasts of mother earth after she attained nirvana between my serrated lips while I was smoking cigarettes in Eden Garden. You've changed , you're a moonlight scented hymn sung at the church every Sunday whilst the caterpillar isolates the tar land with its vomit-comic legs over your thighs. You're a Citadel , a Mosque , a Temple and a museum , ready to be written in the account of a middle Eastern traveller. I do not want to recognise your persian white eyes.
YOU ARE READING
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