Good Morning
I remember the fleeting taste of breakfast,
minutes following, my tongue shrinking back in confusion.
A mix of food and a man-made mint sensation fight for control.
A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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