Ripped pant

Date 2019/4/8 1:27:01 | Topic: Poems

The my torn pant
it means a lot
without opening the mouth.

She does not open her mouth,
like a crazy
consumerist.

My pant give the clue
where I walk...
She's the reason that I carry,
leading a life on the nail,
for having the soul of artist.

A.J. Cardiais
26.10.2013


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