Today I had soymilk
And it tasted like an Italian villa.
I've never noticed that before.
And I forgot about everything
But my soymilk Italian villa
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
April 21st, 2oo9
Poem by bamboo boy at 11:41 PM
Labels: life, photography, poem, realisations, ripped tights
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