Outside a gallery
I shy at bookshelves
drink tea outdoors alone
stare at sculptures that eat the silence
as the pale lady skims her phone for meaning
small texts and grubby butterflies
enter different world's.
I shy at bookshelves
drink tea outdoors alone
stare at sculptures that eat the silence
as the pale lady skims her phone for meaning
small texts and grubby butterflies
enter different world's.
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